Another slow, hard run this morning. Broken sleep and sore legs do not a happy and fast runner make. Just as I was about to finish up my run in a heap of tired, aching misery the sun appeared. And everything got a lot better.
Spotted on this morning’s run: a clumping slow-moving shadow – is that really mine? A man in a bright blue puffer jacket, desperately holding back two bounding beagles to let me jog past; orange jacketed men at work, rebuilding a bridge; and finally, briefly, but dazzlingly, the sun lighting up the last 100 yards of my home straight.