The scratchy throat excuse, the don't want to be too tired excuse, and the I don't have the right pants* excuse had all run out. I was off out early for my training run today.
It was a moody morning, with a scattering of snow.
I watched for a while, but this chap didn't seem inclined to dance for me. He did give me a chance to get my breath back though.
Elsewhere, my friend Debbie was doing her first parkrun. I'm very impressed and proud of her - I think 34 minutes is an excellent time (and one that has me a little concerned, especially, as when I join her as planned on a parkrun I won't be able to stop and gaze at irritable looking ponies).
*And yes, pants. Perhaps for a future post that will contain discussion of what happens when you have three children by C-section and then try to go running. It won't be for the fainthearted.
