Barking Mad.

Getting out of bed this morning was made easier by the dog barking to be let out.  She must have known that I forgot to set my alarm because it was spot on 4:30.

Not that it was mentally any easier, it was just that the barking spurred me on to do something about it, which was her aim I suppose.

Anyway, seeing as that I was up and about I decided to get a run in.  Not as nice a day as yesterday, but still warm enough for it not to feel like too much hard work, and I did almost 8 miles in just over an hour.

I noticed a stiff neck as I set off, probably a result of yesterday's swim in the lake and made me ponder what it (the neck) will feel like getting on the bike straight afterwards.  As it turned out, the stiff neck discussion with myself didn't materialise into much and I forgot about it after a couple of hundred yards.

4 laps of the lake yesterday (about 2 miles) in 1hr 10mins, so that's about par for me.  If I really try hard I can knock a few minutes off it, so what's the point of that given the scale of the event?