I really choose my days. Got up on the dot at 7am, ate a smidgeon of breakfast and out the door. Into a wall of humid, cloudy mingingness. The air felt like treacle and I was sweating buckets despite the grey skies. Of course today was the day for my mile time trial, and it felt loads better - 185 was definitely holding back a bit as opposed to the fastest I could go. But then I finished the fourth lap, looked at my watch, and 7.37. Last time I got 7.35. I'm going to blame it on the humidity, but that's a bit depressing. I didn't feel anything like dying this time though, it felt cruisey and like there was lots more in the tank. So I guess that's a good thing.
