In a bit of a rut this week. A struggle to get out the door. Corpulentiorius, tardius, stultius. Which is probably badly translated thanks to Google but that would be in keeping with the intended meaning. My new motto.
running1:34:30 [4] 9.8 mi (9:39 / mi) +300m8:48 / mi
Wolds run. Putting quite a lot of effort in but it was a bit heavy going, wet and overgrown. Going alright to half way, with the wind, but I started to struggle on the last little climb into Fridaythorpe, and then all the way back was a battle against the wind. At least it didn't rain.