I can't believe that I am writing this...but tonight (Saturday) I've felt the urge, nay an itch, to go running. I would have forsaken my fix of wine to do it.
I didn't though, cos I have a weird crunchy, tight pain in my right lower leg just to the left of my knee. It's not that bad, but I don't want to make it worse. I'd rather run without it tomorrow.
But, rather than an urge to drink on a Saturday night, there has been an urge to run. And I feel disappointed that I haven't! Somehow, cheated. Perhaps I'm concerned that unless I keep up the momentum it'll somehow fall away and I'll revert to the the ole couch tater default. And I so don't want that to happen. I want to keep on doing things that I didn't think I could do.
What's that all about!?