‘Early’ morning run

This morning, for the first time in ages, I managed to get myself straight up and out for a run. Earlier in the year, when I was training more rigorously for the Somerset Flat 50 Miler, I was fairly regularly out running before breakfast, but since then I have become rather useless at getting out early.

Today I was out at about 7:25am and ran for just over 4 miles – a loop around the estate, across to Central Park, along the upper path towards the city centre, down and around into the trees and back to the football ground and then home again. It was a crisp, clear day with the low sun providing some warmth and sparkle. I was surprised that there were so few people around. Actually, that is not entirely true, there were a lot of people sitting in cars in queues of traffic along the main road, but there were relatively few people out in the park, walking dogs and heading to work. There is something quite invigorating in being out and about exercising before most people are moving. I hasten to say it, because it’s perhaps not really the best feeling to have, but it always makes me feel a little smug…

I got home, did some stretching (boy is my left glute stiff/sore at the moment) showered and, in a nod towards the imminent arrival of winter, opted to make porridge for my breakfast, topped with chopped banana and a slice of honeycomb from a local bee-keeper. All of this meant that I am a little late into work (deliberately) but it has to be said I’m feeling pretty good right now!