At the double...
Good runs come reasonably frequently, but brilliant runs, the result of good planning, listening to one's body and being a little bit sensible about it all, are a little rarer and significantly more fun. Such was today's tempo run: it looked bloody hard on paper, but was completed with more than a little aplomb, and the resultant smugness made me insufferable for the rest of the day. Even once at work, where a small, apparently malicious army of twenty or so people (allegedly on a training program) invaded my work space and managed to destroy much of what I'm paid to keep alive and in good order; yes, even they failed to dampen my enthusiasm and positive outlook.
Some people, who shall remain nameless, have refused to believe this burst of positive vigour is actually happening. I agree it is out of character, but buoyant of mood I am, and it's all down to the running.
Now I just need to ensure this enthusiasm doesn't translate into over-training. Wow, how things have changed in just a few weeks... [insert Cheshire cat grin here].
Forward March
