Get a move on...
Twice a week my alarm goes off at 5.45am and I roll out of bed for my morning run. I can’t back out of this, even if I can hear rain hitting the windows, because my friend Alannah will also be up and waiting for me at the end of her driveway. We began this ritual last winter, which is a pretty tough time to take up an early morning running routine. But apart from one insanely wet morning when we found ourselves knee-deep in pot-hole puddles that we couldn’t even see coming in the pitch-black, poorly-lit streets, it’s been surprisingly pleasant.
As well as ensuring my jeans don’t get too tight, these early morning runs have been a crucial part of staying sane during those…
