The rain stopped. The sun is out.
I have no excuse.
8 months is a long enough pause.
I have a funny relationship with running. Once I'm out, music in my ears or an audio book... I'm happy. Even if it hurts. I'm just rubbish at the actual 'going' out part. You'd be amazed by the excuses I can come up with.
And the first few times are hell. I've done enough running through the years to know that the 2nd run is the worst. Urgh. So what keeps me going... why do I always choose running to get fit? Mmmmmmhhhh.
Swimming up and down a pool bores me to death. Jumping up and down to music in a room full of lycra cladded people on of whom shouts at you... is hell. My rights and lefts get all jumbled out and I feel totally stupid.
It's free. And it's me alone; a big plus. Win Win.
And there's always THAT moment... when you break through the 'wall', when you reach some sort of weird balance and it feels like you could go on running forever... that's worth the pain.
Although... judging by the way my legs feel at the moment... if you ask me tomorrow I might give you a different answer!