fathom

This morning I went for my first long run after spraining my ankle a few weeks ago. Tentative steps of caution and a slow pace aside, I really enjoyed it - partly because of the rain (I love running in the rain) but mostly because of the all-conquering endorphins kicking in. I did just over 9 barefoot miles in my ultra-thin KSO EVOs before calling it a day in favour of a warm shower, and have been ok all day since.

That Great North Run now seems totally plausible again and I'm made up more than you could fathom.