Miles I actually ran: 4
Yesterday I opted to have a post work nap rather than run 7 miles...so I figured I had run out of excuses today.
I think I'm still tired from Tuesday so it was 4 slow plodding miles.
Plodding past people enjoying a Friday night drink in the pub.
Past people getting ready for a Friday night on the town.
Past people rushing home from work to enjoy a takeaway and trashy tv.
On days like today, when I have dragged myself out, and battled through the miles, I feel like I have won a moral victory.
I can go to the pub safe in the knowledge that all those wine calories aren't going to touch me. Nor are those tasty looking chips. I am smug and superior because I have been for a run.
On days like today, when my usual joy of running decided not to bother showing up, so I'm not sure why I did, I will just bask in moral superiority, in the knowledge that I've done exercise today.
Go on. Hate me. I dare you!
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