Didnt sleep particularly well, woke with a dead leg (right thigh and butt cheek ) and my last run on Tuesday was hard so I wasnt overly optimistic about this one. My 12 year old gave me a positive pep talk last night π₯° so with her in my ears I still got up and went early this morning.
My field, as it's now known, was beautiful, cool, sunny and empty π
What the heck was I worried about? I settled into it straight away, slow and steady. Never looked at the time left, never felt like stopping, never felt like I wouldn't complete it.
21 runs behind me tells me I'm capable
I need to remember what I HAVE done not what I MIGHT not do.
I think Saturday mornings are my favourite time, sets me up for a happy weekend π₯°
4 runs left ππββοΈ