I’m a morning runner. If I haven’t done my session before 10am, it isn’t going to happen ... or so I thought.
I didn’t want to do the run today so I made every excuse going why not to to it, which saw me safely into the afternoon which is a “no run zone”.
Then I gave myself a serious talking to and dragged my trainers on.
I’d had enough at the half time bell but I’ve done it twice this week already so after more stern words with myself, I carried on till the end, including a “sprint” in the final minute.
Me and my trainers are going on holiday together for the first time next week, they usually stay at home. The plan is to repeat W7 in the hotel’s gym rather than push myself into doing W8.
I really didn’t enjoy today’s run but am feeling the love now it’s over ❤️