It was dark. It was cold. I was weary. I had four hours of cross country recorded waiting to be watched. It was tea time.
You get the picture. It would have been so easy to stay in and put my feet up but there was a run to be done. I sometimes think getting these everyday, slow and forgettable runs done is harder than the long runs or workouts. They are nothing to boast about, probably only make a small difference to fitness and yet form part of the daily consistency that brings about physiological changes.
And no, the run didn’t turn out to be the best run of the week. It was just a slow 6 miles in the dark. But it is done. And I feel good about that.
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