Sometimes the harsh reality or cold light of day, is a welcome relief from the terrors and daemons of the dark. After days likes these, a tomorrow can never come soon enough. A run in a cold and wet evening to clear a head full of mush. It works, sort of. Something about having the wind and rain in your face that clarifies your thinking. But most running does that, doesn't it? I don't usually run on a Friday, but a hectic few days forced me to miss a session earlier in the week...and I have to think of my stats! Glad this week is over.
