One of those phases

Just tired. I hate whining about being tired, there’s plenty of time for just nodding off whenever I feel like it when I’m old. And I will. In my dinner, in front of the telly...

I’m sure I get enough sleep. I just sometimes go through a patch of a few days when I feel like I’m carrying an invisible duvet around with me. Today’s switching off of the alarm didn’t seem to involve any conscious decision making. Running was never on the menu really. Got up at half six (half six!!), shower etc. and out by 7:05. No tea til 8am.Very traumatic *shudder*

So, despite a lie in, an invigorating shower, a 10 minute walk from the car and 2 cups of tea, I don’t feel any more awake or up for the day than I did earlier.

Unusual injury: Trapped my finger in a coathanger. One of those wooden ones, but the wooden ones that have TEETH. It actually really hurts, like I’ve slammed my finger in a car door or something.

Stole some Tesco clubcard voucher rewards things from Darren. £12, thought I’d get some petrol. They exclude Esso fuel though. Do they have garages where they sell Tesco fuel then? Had to fucking well pay for it myself. Not impressed :p

I appear to have a few races coming up.

I’m smiling now. I’ll start getting imaginary colds and broken bones nearer the day.

1st up is Snake Lane 10 on 28th Feb (thanks Toolilac!), short notice, not much time to stress over it, not setting my heart on a PB, it’s just training. Mantra.

Had an iced finger last night. They are not cake, nor biscuit, nor anything else. Strangely nice and comforting though.

I might run tonight. I might not. Whatev.