Day 27: Little Miss Late-Night-Run

Laying in bed tonight, I contemplated a Juneathoning fail. I'm usually a tough cookie-but today I received some sad family news that I've struggled to deal with, I think I am in shock. Tears have flown freely, conversations with family have been loving but tough and honest, work was just about bearable, my thoughts were not with running or challenge or achievement. My thoughts have been preoccupied with death, sadness, illness, coping, emotion...

Reminded of this quote 

'Some days there wont be a song in your heart, sing anyway.' 

...I dragged myself out of bed at 11pm, (I wasn't sleeping anyway), and ran up and down my road till I hit .55 of a mile. Granted it's not an award winning distance, but enough to ensure I was close by so nobody robbed my house while I was running, and more importantly it means I will finish June with my stats neatly stacked in a row of 30 days, rather than a disappointing 26. 

For those evidence based juneathoners among you, I took a pic of my garmin proving that I did indeed run tonight! And yes, even .55 of a mile can make you feel better about the world.


Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats. - Voltaire


Goodnight. xx