I didn't want to do this today, I didn't.

Homes under the hammer was on, I've got some bacon in the fridge, I didn't have to be anywhere till 4, so there was no need for me to run.

Oh, except a marathon in April, a marathon that I've told people I'll run in under 3 hours! (Dad, you f***ing liar!!!)

So I had a stretch, and set off.

Today's run taught me that my mental state will be as crucial as my fitness. Not wanting to run made this one of the hardest runs I've done for a while. I just couldn't get into a rhythm.

It was a bit like being a girl who's been in a relationship for a while, who's boyfriend is pestering her for sex, and she thinks to herself
"Well, it'll only be 20 - 30 mins, I'll just get through it and let him carry on"
But as it goes on she starts thinking,
"Well he's making the effort, he's going at a nice speed, he's not rushing it, he's ticking the boxes, and going the long way round"
And so eventually the girl gets into it and then thinks,
"right, I could actually enjoy this now, yeah I am, let's take this to the next level"
And she looks up and the boyfriend says,
"yeah, I've finished by the way"
wipes his cock on the curtains and goes to sleep.

That's what today's run felt like.

I saw a women sitting in the park with a paralyzed man next to her in a wheelchair. She's was having a right laugh on her mobile, rocking back and forth, and waving her arms like she's was at a Chris Rock show. And as I ran past I looked at the geezer in his chair and thought that the guy must be thinking,
"love, Cash in the attic is on, I'm freezing, why have you dressed me in this stupid hat and dragged me out here? Will you hurry up and take me home? I'm going to have you sacked when I get indoors"