RE: Forward March
A cracking tempo run this morning; one that I almost thought wouldn't happen. After a late night of following the progress of The Moyleman on WhatsApp, and consequently drinking too much, I awoke feeling somewhat less than inclined to don the running shoes. But, after the massive success of The Moyleman, watching (even just online) the heroic efforts of runners, organisers and marshalls, what could one do? And, as is nearly always the case, after a few minutes of wondering what I was really doing, and wouldn't a bacon sandwich be so much more interesting and easy to accomplish, things settled down and I punched out a corker.
I don't know why I'm constantly surprised by this; it happens all too frequently. It's just a given that the runs that start out badly all too often turn into some of the best ones.
And, gee, doesn't it feel good?!
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