Bitter Sweeter

With not much sleep and a night of coughing, I still made myself go to Nehru Park. For this I am grateful.

Then I resolved to do short 400m intervals and give it a go. For this too I am grateful.

There was no target but my pace was all over and in a word: slow.

While this might be the bitter end of things, gratitude for the training today outshines all else.

My sister and I drove back together and chatted about this and that and of course our respective runs this morning.