I woke up this morning, and felt that my running mojo had deserted me. Now, with all the 'Real Life' stress monsters having me jump through so many hoops that I'm honestly surprised the Olympic Committee haven't phoned me to ask when HtB and I are coming to pick up our gold medals, it's probably not surprising that a run was almost the last thing on my mind.
But a quick pep-talk from Mam (much love and appreciation, Mam!) had me if not raring to go then at least a bit more enthusiastic than I was when I woke up.
And so I have donned my fancy running leggings in the hope that they'll inspire me to run. Wish me luck