Running-wise, this week has felt like hard work. Monday’s planned run became a token mile around the block. Wednesday’s run formed part of my commute (for which read on-road, in less than glamorous surroundings, dodging pedestrians and street furniture and muttering at traffic lights). Thursday’s run didn’t happen at all. Friday’s run was again part of my commute. Saturday’s run featured a great parkrun, but not the full mileage I’d planned.
All of which left me feeling a little disheartened.
But then this morning, I met plustenner for a trail run around Banstead and my mojo returned. The setting was beautiful, the company was good, the weather was kind and by the end I had fallen in like with running again. Which is just as well given that it’s now less than a week until my marathon.