Saturday morning before...

There are always niggles to many thing that can be done, not least when running. Some of my toes hurt. My stomach is not entirely settled. My eyes ache somewhat.

The truth is, though, that these things should not matter. At least not tomorrow.

With work and with all such things there are daily worries. There is reason not to run to the extent I will be compelled to do so tomorrow. Like with Mull I feel like I want to choose to not to run. Or, rather, to do something else entirely different.

Because yes, I run. And yes, I sprint. But now it is time to try something different.

I want to leave now!