Today, I had one of the worst experiences of my life. It ranked right up alongside eating cold beetroot soup and watching Dumb and Dumber.
I went out on a 14 mile run and I hated every plodding step.
It’s very strange, how some days running is a rewarding and almost enjoyable experience, while others you would gladly swap for a live broadcast of Dale Winton pulling out your toenails with his teeth.
The good news it is that I completed the distance. The even better news is that I’m not going to be able to go running tomorrow.
