… comes when you really don’t feel like it. I mean really don’t feel like it. I’m not moaning about injuries or niggles again, I mean really just pure-can’t-be-arsedness.
I was doing some media training today so had to be in Central London by 7.30am which meant either running this morning at about 5am or running when I got home this evening. Given I’d done those 18.5 miles yesterday, I thought the morning trek around Streatham might have been a bit excessive and so the afternoon ran out.
The media training was with a good group though and it was the company MD’s birthday and so we went to the bar at the Langham Hotel across from the BBCs head office on Regent Street and settled in for a couple of hours.
By 6.30, a single malt and three beers later, I had to drag myself away back to Streatham… any later and I don’t think I’d have made it.
Back home, I left Laura to get the tea on while I headed off down London Road, freezing cold, slightly tipsy and breathing in fumes from the late end of the rush hour. The last thing I wanted to do was run and my time was shameful.
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Miles today: 3.02
Target: 510
Miles to date: 660.1
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