Purely psychological.

I ran three miles this morning. It’s the first time I’ve done that in a month and I feel really good for it, although I’m aching slightly already which will have to get worse before it gets better.

I’ve really come to enjoy running and I’m glad I don’t have to pack it in completely. I was worried that I’d developed shin splints due to my Dad’s horror stories and a brief spell of having shooting pains up my shins whenever I ran three miles. I realise now it was probably down to a combination of the wrong footwear and trying to run too hard when I should be going for distance. I backed off a bit and was just doing the odd mile here and there but it was really nice to do my usual trek this morning, makes me feel setup for the day, regardless of what I have to spend my weekdays doing at the moment.

Sorry, that wasn’t particularly exciting was it.