finished my last ever 7 day stint at the workhouse.
the snooze button has been winning all week, so there were no early morning pavement poundings. but with legs like lead jelly and rasping lungs i dragged myself out this evening.
despite the cool air i sweated my way up the normally easy rise. breathing in deep the bus fumes. my heart was thumping and my knees ached. an hour of dodging potholes and nipping between parked cars. i've missed the simple pleasure of running.
trainer tune: 'tickle me pink' johnny flynn