What a difference a day makes

For starters last night wasn’t great, Harry had us up a few times, bless him he is having nightmares about Father Christmas, he is only two and a half, and to be honest an old bloke dressed in a red coat with the hood up with a bit white beard its not surprising really is it.

Any I digress, this morning I felt much the same, made worse by tiredness, when it came to 11:30 I had almost persuaded myself not to run. Well there wasn’t any better option so I dragged myself out of the nice warm office, not really wanting to do my 6 mile tempo, but hey for once the sun was out, I left work and bumped into Andy Cooke who decided to join in on the tempo run.

The first mile was very difficult I kept below the 6 minute mile that I should be doing any way before I knew it I was starting to enjoy the run and by the third mile I started to pull away from Andy and in the end we ended up going our separate ways.

I finished the route, which was the same as a fortnight ago, in a time of 35:07, some 30 seconds off of the previous time. Well I am feeling tired but happier with my running, as I say what a difference a day makes!!