Damnit, I am so cross with myself.
I was rushing to get out in that tiny slot between when the kids go to bed and when darkness suddenly falls. If organised I can be out by 6.55pm which means I can get home in twilight.
First off I misplaced my Shuffle (oh the irony) which then miraculously reappeared 10 mins later. So 7.10pm off I shuffle, I mean run. All ok so far, but as usual the slight slope at the beginning kills me (tell me it gets easier please someone?). I got to the end to the end of Muddy Lane, turned right into a wall of bonfire smoke. Persisted gasping and lung fulls of woodsmoke for about 5 more mins, and then I actually gave up. What the heck is that about?
Thats the first time I have not completed a run and I was really cross with myself the minute I stopped. This is silly, I've done that run, that route, in much higher temperatures (which I struggle with), but a bit of smoke and my will power just desserted me.
Damn it I'm going to go out tomorrow night, change route and I will do it!
Kindly come and give me a kick up the backside folks! Many thanks!!