and tiredness was put aside.
in fact, i interrupted writing this to go for the run, it felt weird to be writing about running when i really just wanted to be running.
i don’t love every run, but it’s a good life lesson. we can’t love everything we do, sometimes we just have to carry on and do it. but this morning was a great run – one too many hills at the end, but you know what, it just felt all the more satisfying. this is a run that also ends with a treat of coffee staring out to sea. perfect.
a perfect run? who would have thought i would ever write 