A busy weekend (and a lot of gin on Friday) led to my planned rest day turning in to three! That's never happened before and I was feeling pretty bad about it. So I went out today and here's what happened:
1km in: Oh, give me strength. I'm like a fish out of water. Cannae breathe. Think I'm gonna die.
2km: Slow and steady wins the race. I'll wonder if I'll see my pal from last week. Excellent song. Why do my trousers keep falling down? Oh well, at least I can breathe again.
3km: Heck. I'm usually turning back by now. Two tiny hills. Wipe sweat. Hoist trousers. Wipe sweat.
4km: I am the best. Running is the best. This is the best.
5km: Shouts incredibly loudly 'YES. GET IN!' like a crazy football fan. Millican says it's over. 'I'm walking on sunshine!'
Absolutely bloody marvellous.