I would have loved to have written last night about a delightful club run with my fellow PWRs, alas it was not meant to be. I arrived home exhausted, changed into my kit and sat down on the sofa. Two hours later I woke up and realised it was now past 8pm and too late to join the club. I scoffed my dinner down and went pretty promptly to bed - I obviously needed it.
Due to the amount of sleep amassed it seemed sensible to get up early and go for a run before work instead - heading out the door just before 7 for a 5-mile jaunt it was still dark but a steady flow of lights from the early traffic lit my route. As the sun began to rise the skyline started to turn a beautiful glowing red and orange, It's a shame I didn't have my camera to take a picture as it was truly lovely, this is what makes the early runs so special.
The run did not leave me so refreshed as I continued to feel tired throuout the day but I fought the urge to bail from my spinning class and arrived ready to ride! The aircon was not on at full blast and so the sweating commenced as soon I neared my spin bike... except for a little calf cramp towards the end I made it through okay and though it was tough I was glad I went. I was even more glad that a sausage casserole had gone in the slow cooker today and was ready waiting for me as I walked in the door!
Hats off to you Liz, the number of times I fall asleep on the sofa in the evening and write it off as a bad day is countless
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