I was lucky enough to attend an Of Monsters and Men concert yesterday evening. (It was fan-bloody-tastic by the way. Can I move to Iceland? Please?) So after a relatively short nights sleep (my body clock is tuned in to early starts at the moment) I awoke feeling particularly lousy. On days like today I always experience a fleeting moment when I’m tempted to lie in bed and generally feel sorry for myself, however that is rarely a good solution. Instead I jumped, no that’s a lie, half rolled/half fell out of bed and shucked on my running gear. If exercise – and/or good food (note I didn’t say junk food there) – can’t perk you up then I don’t know what can. You’re probably expecting me to say I had a wonderful run and came back feeling on top of the world and very smug and righteous. Well I didn’t. It was a tough run. Some days your body just don’t want to work. My legs were stiff, I got a stitch, which I pride myself in rarely experiencing, and for some entirely inexplicable reason my stomach blew up like a balloon.  All of those factors culminated in one of the most uncomfortable runs I have done in a long time.  But did it dishearten me? No. If at this point you’re starting to wonder where on earth this crazy girl is going with this ‘story’, please bear with me! Continue reading →