Let alone a whole blog post.
I should be able to tell you about my night time run in Richmond Park, waxing lyrical about the peaceful solitude and laughing at myself for getting lost when on the extremely easy-to-follow Tamsin Trail. I should be able to find the words to say how attacking the hills felt and how enjoyable the run was, while admitting that I failed to read my instructions properly, so actually ran at completely the wrong pace. And yet, I have been staring at the screen for half an hour unable to even think of a title. Four late nights and four early mornings in a row have made my brain turn to mush. It’s a miracle I can still type.
So I won’t tell you any of that. Instead, I shall go away to read a small selection of the 300+ unread Janathon posts in my reader. And then I shall fall into bed and sleep the sleep of the exhausted*. And thank my lucky stars that tomorrow is a rest day.
*That is to say fitful, interrupted and full of stressful dreams.