Good morning! Good morning!

I am not a morning person. I wake up in the morning with my eyes glued together and feeling like someone has beaten me up during my sleep (Simon insists that he is innocent but I'm not so sure).

For weeks Simon and I have been talking about getting up early to go running before work. We go to bed with the best of intentions and then, bang, it is 6am and I'm hitting the snooze button - again and again and again...

We've been training on a regular basis, but have hit a bit of a plateau and need to up the sessions so that we can progress. Finding time to fit in the extra running sessions (on top of working on strength training and core stability, which I've been informed are also very important - aaaaaarrggggh) is proving difficult and morning runs seem like the only solution.

We (finally!) managed our first early morning run last Friday. Simon was under strict instructions to haul my backside out of bed no matter how much I protested. He did an excellent job, despite the abuse that was hurled at him during the process (a half asleep Christina is not a pretty sight or sound!!!!!!!!!).

I didn't enjoy the run much, but we pressed on and we finished it. At 7am we were stretching outside the flat and my early morning wakeup call seemed like a distant (unpleasant) memory. In fact, I felt pretty good. I'm going to try and hold that thought for the next time...