A long day at work meant a long internal discussion on the merits of melting into the sofa versus stepping out into the dark for an easy 4 miles. Thankfully the thought of destroying my Janathon running streak won out and I threw my running clothes on before Sofa Dan had a chance to launch a counter argument. I may have been better staying home as the run disintegrated into a walk after the first mile and carried on alternating between a slow jog and a steady walk. My stomach was grumbling and I knew that dangerous gingerbread man territory lay ahead.
Thankfully I made it home to the safety of the amenities before any accident could embarrass me in front of the neighbours. Some people might like to tell you that there’s no such thing as a bad run, that getting out the door is better than staying home, but sometimes I’m not quite so sure about that.
