OK, 6am, windy, +2 degrees... horrible conditions. I did NOT enjoy it.
I am not overjoyed at running for 25 minutes - even some 3 hours later.
I was cold, sweaty, and not looking forward to the next 9 runs.
During the run, my gremlin was telling me that my shoe was rubbing a bit, and probably going to cause a blister... my hamstring was feeling tight, and I was probably going to be injured, my calf was sore, probably going to cramp up...
This is the first time that I have felt genuinely grumpy about running...
Completed it out of pure moody stubbornness.
I do not feel like a runner, sorry Laura. I feel like a lump, shuffling around the block, disturbing cats. Like a walrus trying to be a panther...
The logical part of me is quite interested in the latest gremlin attack ploy, I had no idea that my mind was so devious/cunning.