I’ve been through a, what I would call “bach o’ blip”, with my running recently.  Through no one’s fault, life just kind of got in the way.  Despite trying to go with a running group when I can that has been set up in the village by Dwys, I’ve just not been feeling it.  And judging by my Strava feed…it’s a poor, poor show.  Last night’s run was my third this month…and we’re on the 18th of May!

So, after a great afternoon out with Paul and the bois, out I went.  Whenever I go running, that first mile is always the worst.  But by the fourth and fifth mile, I was loving it…even pushing myself up those hills that I’m lucky enough to call home.

After a good run is when I’m at my best, I’m sure of it.  All those feel good whatjamicallits running {no pun intended!} through my body.  Therefore, it was home to cook a roast dinner and to get those bloody bedrooms tidy once and for all!

I’ll leave you with these I found last night {which are also very fitting to myself and the running}:

“Running is like coffee, I’m much nicer after I’ve had one“

“Never, ever, ever judge a run by the first mile.”