Hadn't been out in 8 days, each day having the argument:
"go for a run!"
"too much work/housework" / "too down"
"it'll make you more productive later, you know it'll clear your head" / "it's an antidepressant"
Hmmm. So this morning after a very bad night's sleep I decided the impasse had to be passed. Got on leggings, sports bra, legwarmers (there's that style I allude to in the title), went to loo ... argh, no wonder I've been in a mood, b***dy hormones ... right, just get on with it ...
2 minutes to 6 I was out the door, running. Immediately felt better - how could I not when the first song on my chosen radio show was the Hollies. Even though it was bracing out, my hoodie and legwarmers were sufficient addition to the rest of my clothes that I felt fine after not too long. I took advantage of the early hour to run along normally busy roads - the only thing open was McDs, but there was a smell of baking in the air so the small supermarkets must have been busy behind closed doors. 20 minutes of "Heeeeeeeeyyyyy, heyy baby" (Bruce Chanel), "Tell him" (I always forget who did the original) and Tony Blackburn's corny jokes and I was amazed at my achievement so early in the day. I don't think I've ever got up and run this early, and certainly I'm rarely up for any other reason (impending deadlines or transport to catch aside).
Now to tackle my mountain of work, laundry, cat feeding, etc...
Happy running everyone, especially those finding it tough to get out at the moment. It's not always as simple as "just go", eh.