Came home from work tonight and did not want or feel like doing my run.
I was quite happy ( or so I thought ) to give myself an extra rest day as I always feel I run better in the later part of the week.
So I started to prepare my dinner and a little demon inside me was giving me hell for leather for giving up too easy, needless to say I fell for it and off I went to prove it wrong.
No sooner had I started when that pesky little demon appeared on my shoulder telling me that he was sure I was running backwards I was that slow. He must have appeared about 5 times in all but luckily I have a great imagination and called on my baseball bat wielding demon slayer to squash the little blighter.
Proud I kept going but might just give myself an extra rest day next time π