A strange thing happened yesterday. I was about 2.5 miles into my training run, it was pouring with rain, and the wind was whistling around me, when I had a sudden realisation; I was actually enjoying myself.
No doubt this was partly because the misery was being drowned out by my MP3 player on full blast and I was in the finishing half of my run with a warm house beckoning, but even so it came as something of a surprise to me.
An ounce of enjoyment from this gruelling endeavour was an ounce more than I expected. I hope a habit isn’t forming.
