It seemed like a good idea at the time…

Last night as I was going to bed for some reason I thought to myself "now that the mornings are getting lighter it would be time to start morning running again."

Six o’clock came around way to quick, and as I looked out the window I couldn’t believe how frozen the village was.

I always hate the first mile or so – and today was no exception it felt like my face was going drop off.

Glad that I’m slowly getting back into it, did a 7.5k, Looking forward to next month when I’ve managed to get back up to full speed.