So, today's long run turned into the shortest run ever. In fact, I'm not sure making it to the end of the road and back even counts as a run. It easily surpasses my previous 6-minute record for brevity.
I made the mistake of leaving it too long after waking up to head out. This took me into the no-man's-land of hungry, but not wanting to eat before I ran. My grumbling tummy was moaning loudly before I left the house and manifested itself in an abject lack of energy. Displaying my usual levels of commitment and will-power, I immediately gave up and came home for poached eggs on toast instead.
Unfortunately, I won't have time to run this afternoon as I'm heading off for the week, but the good news is I'm heading to Devon. That means I can do my long run tomorrow in the countryside and give my lungs a much-needed airing. Another brilliant plan. What could possibly go wrong?
(Stats are too short and sweet to report today.)