It felt like so much was against me this morning. I wanted to do the run, despite going on holiday yesterday. If you'd said that to be before now I would have laughed!
The hope was there would be a lovely coast path near the campsite but there's only fields, so yesterday I scoped out a possible route in the field next to me.
I had a couple of drinks last night and a bad night's sleep in the tent but despite that I still went for it.
I almost stopped so many times, the first ten minutes were incredibly tough and I felt a bit silly running round the same fields about five times until the local cows weren't suprised by me, but now feel very proud of myself and I'm officially a runner!
My boyfriend who said he'd come too is still in bed! 🙄
On with the holiday..