Get in!  I only went and tricked myself into another long run this weekend.  12 miles this time, which makes me feel more & more likely that I will run the Bath Half in a few weeks. (Albeit sloooowly!)

As with all LSRs it started off well, the towpath was quiet; the birds were tweeting & it wasn't raining.  Small mercies and all that.  But then - some way into the run it got HARD, my mind & body sulked in unison, my fingers went numb from the cold & I had to gnaaar my way through a mile or two... but you know how it is: that dip is inevitably fiollwed by the moment you KNOW you will make it.  And make it I did.

Noice!

Monday I did an x-biking sesh at lunchtime, and yesterday the anti-exercise gods conspired against me: well I forgot half m'kit at home.  And running round campus in my knickers wouldn't have been nice for anyone. It also meant I missed an hour of x-biking. Sniffle.

The anti-exercise gods continued to collude this morning, when I got into work and realised that the full water bottle I'd thrown into m'sports bag in disgust last night when I was sulking about missing my favourite hour long sesh of x-biking was now empty, & had wet m'kit to a soaking pile of wetness.

So I'm about to rescue it all from the various radiators dotted around the office (not a great look!) so that I can go running in the rain now and get it all soaked again...

Witter Over.