A leap forward?

Pic caption: A bit like how I imagined myself running in the rain tonight

I feel I've managed to grow a little over the past 24 hours.
Not in a physical sense, and in fact I've lost 2 lbs since my last weigh in. Current fighting weight 15st 12.5lbs.
What I mean is that last night, Sunday, I went out for a run as per my schedule which said I should be running for an hour.
But it just didn't happen. I felt like crap, my legs wouldn't work properly, and I just didn't want to be out there. Not in the way that sometimes you don't fancy it but push on and it gets better.
It was almost a primal sense of hostility against the very environment around me, the forboding skies, the wind and general autumn gloom in the air.
Some might say I just couldn't be arsed, which is possibly true as well. But the weirdest thing I've discovered is that if I go running after a hard day at work, I can really get into it and feel really strong and enjoy it.
But if like on Sunday, I've done less with my day than the Equal Opps Officer at the BNP, I find it a real struggle to actually run any distance. I wonder if my muscles find it harder to deal with if all they've had to flex for is finding the remote.
So, back to my original point, about growing and that. I gave up the run after the first few minutes, I did keep walking the route though, but in the end jacked in the whole thing and I was out for about 40  minutes. Probably about 15, maybe 20 tops was actually running.
Normally when that kind of thing happens I get more moody than a sulky teenager who's just been told Muse have split up. However, because I know I can run for an hour plus, I chalked up last night's aborted effort as a bad day, and instead of spitting my dummy out and thinking I'm never going to get better, resolved to get back out there tonight.
And hey, whaddya know, tonight I had a great run, did an hour and five mins without stopping, and even put up with the driving rain.
This means I can take a mature attitude to these things and not just give up at the first sign of struggle, which at 34-year-old is probably the least you might expect of a grown adult.
I went back to an old route I haven't done for a while, which starts at the Downs, goes past the Zoo, up through Clifton Down and then round to the Suspension Bridge. Over the bridge, which is great with all the lights of the city below and the lights on the bridge, then though Abbots Leigh, and back again.
I think it's somewhere between four and five miles, can't be sure, but it's a great route, despite the worrying lack of street lighting in parts, and I love running over the bridge. It's a bit like if you live in London or Paris and you have Big Ben or the Eifel Tower on your route, which I'm sure Londoners and Parisians alike would scoff at but the bridge is as iconic and just as great a symbol of engineering genius. It is to me anyway.
The second half of the run was a bit wet as it started hammering down but it only added to my own sense of heroics as I crashed fearlessly through puddle after puddle, laughing in the face of precipitous downpour.
Hope I've not given myself a cold mind.
The weekend just gone marked an important milestone in the plan as it is now six months exactly until I'm on that starting line with a million others, wondering what the hell I'm doing there.
It made me think I've really got to start taking the weight loss seriously, so I was glad to have lost a couple of pounds today.
And I've also got to pull my finger out with the fundraising, so anybody who's got to this end bit without falling asleep, and who feels like sponsoring me, please check out the Just Giving button on the right of the page, every donation is much appreciated.