…the snow melted. Which was lucky for me as I had a long run today. 3 1/2 hours or 20 miles was the brief. I managed the former but was 1.4 miles short on the latter. I wasn’t too fussed until I looked at my weekly mileage and realised that I am 1.2 miles short of a nice round 50.
So now I’m dithering. Live with 48.8 or head out for a pootle around the block. My heart says go, but my feet say no.
And at the moment my feet seem to be winning.