3am wake up call!! by nooby2shoes

after having the weekend off running, because of a 90th birthday party, i decided that today i would need to do a longer run to make up for it. Well as it happens isabelle, my daughter, who is 3 and a half, woke me at 3am, 330am, 430am and then finally at 6am. Needless to say that i was hanging out of my arse by the last time i woke up.

Once the twins were packed off to pre-school, i then plucked up the courage to run. I said a really unenthusiastic goodbye to my wife and set off. Oddly enough i felt quite good? My knees were feeling  a bit sore though, something to keep an eye on i think.

As the run drew to a close i felt ok, very sweaty and legs sore but otherwise fine. I mapped my run afterwards and it turns out i managed 12 miles!! The time was rediculously slow, so slow i wont type it. This is the first time i have felt like i really didn't want to run and i didn't give in, does this mean i'm now officially dedicated to the cause?