so, a little honesty today.
i've had a really bad morning.
i barely slept, my run was horrendous and generally feel a bit useless.
i blew 2.5 miles away from home and had a solid sulk on the way back, hood up, head down and limping slightly. not sure why, i don't have a sore leg but it just seemed to fit the aesthetic. so i went with it.
i'm not good at moping. i don't really like to be a negative nancy so the internal conflict was just fuelling my mood.
as i reached the corner from my house still staring at my feet - a blue slip of paper caught my eye. it was my piece of paper. i'd lost it.
being reunited with the damp square pulled me straight from my low and i trotted the rest of the route, smiling triumphantly.
the word was obligatory. if you were wondering.
