Friday Fail

A confession: this morning I spent 45 minutes reading my book club book in bed this morning instead of running 6 miles. I am currently feeling pretty guilty, though I will run it tomorrow instead.

As if a Friday morning spent eating toast and drinking tea  in bed, when I could have been running in the cold, wasn’t already enough of a guilty pleasure, the book I’m reading made it even more so. Edna O’Brien’s The Country Girls is more Irish than a pint of Guinness eating a potato in a peat bog. I’m only 50 pages in but I’m already feeling nauseous from the steaming mounds of hokey oirish charm seved with a side order of paedophilia and domestic violence. I feel like a teenager reading a Maeve Binchy hidden under a geography text book.

Back to the running guilt. My knees are feeling a little strained after the exertions of the last 3 days so I think a rest was necessary rather than simply fancied. They have to make it through 14 miles this weekend, so I feel it only fair to let them de-creak for a day.