‘Tis true!
It’s 6:15am and my alarm is going off. Half asleep, I think to myself “sod that!” and continue to press snooze for the next thirty minutes.
It’s 6:45am and the guilt is s l o w l y creeping in. A discussion {…or argument?} with myself for a few minutes results in me being wide awake and before I know it, carrying my running gear downstairs to get dressed and stretch whilst waiting for the kettle to boil.
It’s 8am and I have just arrived home having run 6.1 miles. Strava tells me I have ran my best 5k yet.
Fresh Air never felt so good.
mascara & mud 
Running is so good for the soul isn’t it? Xx
oh my gosh yes!
This makes me want to run again but I’m too scared my knee will go again :( I miss it so. Love the words :)
thanks! Part of me wants to say “go for it”…but a big part of me doesn’t want to be the one responsible for your knee going again!