It is that time in my training cycle when getting out for a run feels like quite a big effort…
But once I am out, running feels like the most wonderful, natural, life-affirming thing in the world and I really, really don’t want to stop. Like this morning – an hour before breakfast as the sun rose over the city and I had to stop myself from running further and further.
Anyone else get that?
Every run at the moment is like this. I have to literally drag my bones out of the door, and I could happily quit for the first 20 minutes, but once I am over that it is pure joy. It’s an odd point in marathon training – so much done, but still so much to do.