I didn’t quite manage the 8 mile speed session that my training plan called for today. I say quite. I didn’t manage it at all.
I could have squeezed it in before leaving my in-laws this morning, but I’m not overly fond of early morning runs*.
I did try to shoe-horn it in on the way home, during a 2 hour layover in Sheffield, but found both the flat, litter-strewn and deserted tow-path and the undulating, litter-strewn and deserted industrial estate pavements slightly intimidating, so opted for 8 miles of Temple Running instead.
I could have completed it locally once I got home, but my sofa was singing its siren song.
So instead I shall settle for the 3 junk miles I did manage in Sheffield and I’ll think about how to fit in a decent tempo session tomorrow.
*this may be a slight understatement