"Gang aft agley" or "all go to mouse sh*t where running's concerned" (apologies to Mr Burns).
A week last Sunday I was doing so well on the last run of week 7 in Texas but what I hadn't realised was that it didn't get light until 7:30 and with meetings starting at 8:15 it was just impossible to get in my next run. I did consider the evenings but with temperatures hitting the low 80s (26/27c) it was just too hot to run.
California wasn't much better and by then I was in the leader's chair so my mind was rather elsewhere. Arriving back late Saturday I was determined to get out on Sunday morning, except I didn't see Sunday morning because I slept right through it. Oh well, Monday morning, same story, I was quite chirpy at 3:30am this morning, maybe I should have gone out running in the dark ? But come the usual British wake up time I was dead to the world.
I've mentioned before that I don't like lunchtime runs and so I don't know what possessed me (other than panic) to imagine that I would be good for 28 minutes, suffice to say I wasn't, my second crash and burn of the programme. Still, I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I'll go out Wednesday morning when I should be properly back on UK time and kick W8R1 into touch.
As much as I like the travel there's no place in the world like the UK and I'm glad to be home.
It's all because of you! 
Rubbish run
Not the best way to prepare!
Onto the primrose path and heading towards the slippery slope
Not the best start
