The monkey on my back talked me out of my 2nd parkrun today. It was cold 0c and foggy.. but that was no real excuse, I think my real defeat is I always find the second time doing something a bit harder than the first. Maybe the endorphins get you through attempt one and they aren't their on the second attempt.
So I kicked myself throughout the day and managed to pull it together for a chilly evening run.
Tried my new compression socks which I got for xmas and pleased to report I managed a PB. Knocking 2 mins off my 5k time. My thursday run I tried the stepping stones podcast and mostly managed it, so I reckon this helped shuffle things along.
Anyways not the best time but it felt so great to conquer the days demons and get another run in the bag.