I was full of the joys of sunny Spring days and was off out for a nice muddy lunch time run.
I’d run 22 miles the day before which had been hard. And hungover. But I had a 5 mile run in the training schedule for Saturday which I couldn’t do. So I’d decided to run this lunchtime and had been expecting heavy, sore unresponsive legs.
But rather than the wooden legs and feet of clay, I felt light and bouncy! My body was eager to run!
I ran the roads of Brackmills hopping the kerbs and sprinting the underpasses and into Delapre Woods, jumping the ditches and leaping over tree roots with a big grin on my face. I probably looked completely ridiculous. But I felt AMAZING!
A perfect run, most miles sub-8 despite the mud and having to stop to push an overenthusiastic terrier off my leg. I sprinted the last couple of hundred metres on the pavements back to work, arms out, aeroplane-ing around office workers on their lunch breaks, smiling at everyone. I ran down the grassy slope outside the office, caught my foot in the paving slab at the bottom ...
And faceplanted into the office flower beds.