Sunday, Muddy Sunday.

Miles I am supposed to run: 5

Miles I actually ran: 6

It's always a struggle to persuade myself to get up early on a Sunday morning to join my running club for a Sunday morning run. This morning, however, it was totally worth it.

It was nice to escape the modern world for an hour and run around my local common. Listening to the birds, and stomping through the mud. I got nicely splattered in the stuff, and was very proud of myself for not slipping and falling in it. 

I shall continue to try and be calm and zen for the rest of the day, and ignore the chaos that seems to be unfolding around me...although I have a sneaky feeling that I will resort to drinking wine in the sunshine later to help that process along a bit!