Starting late

After a night of much pain, twisting and turning, I overslept and woke up late.

Within eight minutes the young boy and I were dressed and outside to start our time on feet. Nevertheless, we saw the sunrise and the morning come to life.

I heard about the recent Chelsea vs Leicester City highlights that were described by him with much enthusiasm and commentator’s dexterity.

We plodded along steadily through the run, me hearing more football highlights before he finished. I carried on, increasing my pace significantly to finish the hour at a comfortable position but with a feeling of some work.