Got to say as I lay in bed this morning listening to the Thunder, and regretting that I had spent 10 hours in my car yesterday going to and from a meeting in Manchester - I was not looking forward to todays run. How the hell was I supposed to run for 8 minutes twice, after getting out of the car feeling like a cripple yesterday. But when I got up at 6 - the storm had passed by without any rain - the air was warm, and the sun was just coming up over the stubble fields - so thought - no extra rest day - get out of the house and get your feet on the road. Switched on the podcast and it was great to be stretching out my legs. Weirdly the first run is always the hardest - and there were a few times that in a past life I would have stopped - as I was too heavy legged and tired, but as I had the previous weeks progression to fall back on - I believed that I could keep on going without keeling over, and by the end of the second run - I even upped my pace (not sure it was discernible to the naked eye - but I knew, and the snails that had passed me earlier were soon in my dust). Great feeling doing this - as everything was against me when I got up.