You know that feeling when you're woken so abruptly by your alarm that you feel physically sick? Well, that's how my day started. And within twenty minutes I was running,.. maybe jogging,.. ok, loping along the streets of Bristol for my first Early Morning Run in a long long time.
There's a reason why I don't do Early Morning Runs. They are horrible. Vile. Evil. Nasty. And deeply deeply unpleasant. There's something about the way it shakes up your internal organs after they've been resting, resting, resting all night long that is just plain wrong, perhaps?
(Ever the optimist,) I'm hoping they are going to become less horrible. I'm reckoning that today was just Early Morning saying, "Hello stranger. Don't think you can hide away under your duvet for years and then have an easy, warm hug of a welcome back." And that, if I stick with it, show my commitment, regularly greet Early Morning with my running kit and a smile, that maybe, just maybe, that easy, warm hug sensation might come along...
...Something like a virtual one-person version of this kinda running hugging malarkey.
Not sure it counts as a training run though, eh, Ref?
(cheers to Jo for risking the 3 leggedness)
Or maybe I'll just continue to bond with my duvet and keep evenings for what they were designed for - getting the miles done.
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