I tried to run further than normal after a day at school. Before I'd even begun running I caught my foot on an uneven path and twisted my back; then I wandered into stinging nettles (when looking for somewhere to do a 'Paula') and finally I twisted my ankle which also had the consequence of twisting my knee.
After this run of bad luck/clumsiness I walked for a bit and wondered why I was not enjoying my run on what really was a glorious evening in the woods. The air was fresh, the birds singing and the golden sunlight making all the trees look amazing. Then I thought back to the last time I had a dreadful run - then I was very tired.
After the weekend at PGL and several night's bad sleep I was once more shattered and this meant not only was I a rubbish runner, but could not enjoy the beautiful evening. Our bodies just cannot work without adequate sleep, especially when we ask it to do something like run 6 1/2 miles. Sleep is the runner's friend!
Ah well, at least I got a couple of hours fresh air in the woods!