Back on the Horse

So I was feeling so down after my terrible run yesterday that I popped down to Camden and scored some heroin. That stuff is moreish!

What I might actually mean by the title of this post is that I got over my terrible run last night by eating some cake and then getting up and going for another one this morning. Another run, that is, not another cake. Although I could go for that too, now that I’ve got a 3.5 mile run under my belt today. That must equal about six cupcakes in calories, right?

It may not have been a long or a hard run, but size is not important. It got me back on the running horse and (sort of) prepared for Sunday’s 12 mile “race sim”. Bring on the Easter eggs.