Sardines on toast for breakfast.
Today was a sprint day. We have had a lot of heavy rain and ugly weather lately. I looked out the window and the rain appeared to have stopped for a little while. I decided the best course of action would be a quick run around the lake and then some sprints, all on the concrete footpath, since everywhere is a mud-bath.
My plan was to take the dog for a quick run, for my warm up then put him in the car while I do the sprints. He knows what it means when I put my running shoes on, since I took him with me every day that i did the C25K. By the time I poked my nose out the door, the rain was back with a vengeance, and the dog was super excited about getting out, running back and forth from the door to the car. I was no longer quite so keen.
Driving across town to hang out in the park in the pouring rain was getting less appealing by the minute. But the dog needs a run now, and so do I. I took him out to the park just behind our house, and ran around the outside of it for a quick warm up. Then I did six sprints up the hill at the back of the park, sheltering under a tree, doing ballistic stretches during the rest intervals. Then we went for another quick jog around the park, back home and into a warm shower and some dry clothes.