Sometimes, no matter how rubbish you feel before you run (think proper blood-sugar crash with hot and cold shakes while I was walking home from work), it all comes right for no apparent reason.
As we finished our 5km lap, I still felt fresh, so put another 2.5km under my belt before I headed in. I could have done more again, but it was great as it was.
I may or may not (so read: may) have come home and eaten a couple of spoonfuls of nutella after dinner ... the damn stuff is like crack for me, and we bought it for pancakes yesterday .... ah well, at this rate I don't expect it will last very long. It's tracked, and I'm still just about in bonus points for the day. Good enough, I guess, for now.
I'm off to take my not-quite-as-disciplined-as-I'd-like-it-to-be-but-still-trying ass to bed for a decent night's kip.
More anon, fighters of the good fight.
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