I had planned to run when I got home after work, but then by the time we'd sorted out dinner and I'd played 'Dad's taxi' ferrying the kids off to their activities ... well then I needed to let my dinner settle a bit and ... and... Finally at 8pm I steeled myself and resolved to get my ass off the couch and brave the cold dark night. I realised if I sat there any longer, I'd never make it out there.
The run went fine, I was sufficiently layered up (including a beanie this time!) and the pavements were mercifully not icy. I even started to enjoy the peacefulness of having the roads to myself. I felt sufficiently 'smackered' by the time I got home - which is a word in our house which denotes feeling both smug and knackered from having had a workout!
I then proceeded to spend 5 minutes on the couch while I warmed up geeking over the the stats from run 1 to run 3 from my tracker. Interestingly, although I slowed my pace down (a learning from this site!) I ended up going a lot further on my route last night. I may just have to get myself one of them shiny Garmin Forerunners as a treat for sticking this out, hmmmm!
Onwards and upwards to week 2! Happy running everyone.