Had a great run tonight, in the rain, very heroic.
Tonight was absolute testament to having somebody to train with. Had I not been meeting Marc down at the harbourside tonight there is no way I would have gone out to run.
I am definitely a fair weather jogger, cyclist or anything else like that.
If it's a beautiful summers evening and you can see the rolling green hills of North Somerset in the distance at a sedate trot, I'm totally in my element.
If like tonight you have to battle through slate gray rain and conditions that don't put the industrial relic of the harbourside in the best light, it is much harder work.
Having said all that, it was only a bit of rain, so I should really stop being a wimp. It's not like I've got to run over a minefield with a 50lb pack on my back and dodge bullets as I go.
Anyway, rain aside, it was a really good run, for me. We did about 25 minutes, and I walked the mile there and back to meet up, so I'm feeling doubly good.
I've also decided (at Marc's suggestion) to work in an extra element to the diary and as well as talk about the stuff I did eat, I am going to mention the stuff I managed to resist, to prove how saintly I am being.
For example today I resisted getting out of bed when the alarm tazared my brain, I resisted getting dressed for most of the day and come to think of it I was very strong at one point in resisting the shower.
But as I had to have lunch on the run today I was especially good in resisting scotch eggs, pork pies, crisps or any of that other wonderfully bad garage food.
I think the SS Bad Habits tanker is slowly starting to turn around.
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