As it was bank holiday weekend I jetted off to Copenhagen for a little weekend away. The city was lovely and there was so much to do and see, the weather was beautiful as well, there wasn't a cloud in sight. It was so nice to not have to wear a coat.
I have been feeling a little down on my running after Thursdays disasterous run, it's so annoying how one run can make you doubt everything. But on Sunday morning I got up early and decided to run before breakfast. This just shows how crazy the running bug has hit me, I would never of dreamed of getting up early on holiday to go out and run.
It felt so nice to not know where I was going, I didn't track this run so have no idea how far I went. I was out for 45 minutes so that normally translates to around 3.5 miles, but I had to cross alot of busy roads, with traffic going the opposite way. This is alot for my brain to process at 7:30am in the morning.
It felt so good to be out there, the run felt easy and I didn't need to stop which made me really happy. Until....I literally went flying. I must of tripped on an uneven paving slab. So say hello to my new eye. I'm surprised I managed nearly 5 months without falling over or getting an injury to be honest, so I can't really complain. I quickly checked for blood and/or missing teeth/broken nose, jumped up and ran as fast as I could back to the hotel. The reception gave me some ice and I retreated to my room to have a sulk in the shower and check out my war wounds.
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