I was enjoying a long lie this morning, having decided not to do parkrun. Then suddenly, at 8.55am, I was wide awake and wanting to... parkrun! Cue mad hurry to get ready but made it just in time. Very cold, still no sign of cracking 30 minutes (31: 43 this morning - haven't even had a PB for ages), but now feeling so much better for having run than I would have for having lain in bed.
After the run some of us went to a nearby cafe for brunch, which is becoming a nice habit.
Thought for the day has been that running sometimes makes you do life backwards. Rather than: get washed, get breakfast, go out, I went out, then got breakfast, then got washed. Not the profoundest of thoughts but my brain has frostbite...