I hate morning running. It should be lovely! The day is dawning, it’s all peaceful and nice and no-one is around! The morning is fresh and new and I’m greeting it with a burst of energetic enthusiasm as a thank you!
No. It’s not like this. It’s leg dragging, lung burning hell. Dreary and hateful and it feels like I’m running a 5 minute mile when in fact I’m running a 10 min/mile. Mornings are for sleeping and for putting the coffee in the cup and the kettle on and blearily reaching for the porridge. Not this energetic nonsense.
As you can see from the Garmin info I really wasn’t feeling the running love this morning. But it’s done. Can I go back to bed now?
|See - even the cows are lying down!|
Goal: 1 hours slow run
Actual: Almost an hours very slow run.