Why is it that the runs you very nearly don’t do turn out to be so very satisfying?
Is smug to satisfaction what umami* is to flavour? Add a soupcon of smug to a run to enhance the satisfaction gained.
Or is it a case of under promise and over deliver? The run is as satisfying as any other, but because you are expecting it to be a complete chore, you come away pleasantly surprised.
Whatever the reason, tonight was great. I almost bailed out, but didn’t, and instead ran just over eight miles, including some speedwork with the Windmilers.
And I got to play with my new toy.**
*Umami: ‘savouryness’, the fifth element of taste (the first four being sweet, salt, bitter and sour). Found in tomatoes, mushrooms, parmesan, aged meat and mono-sodium-glutamate.
**My fabulous, and apparently highly addictive, Garmin Forerunner 210.