I wake groggily, the weak grey light forcing through a crack in the curtains. Gusting wind driving rain at the window in sheets, flexing the perspex and sapping my will to rise. Slipping back out of consciousness I shelve the planned early morning session, later, later… The next time I’m truly aware of what’s going on is about 45 minutes later. I feel myself rejoining my body, vision becoming clear and I’m no longer in my bed. Heart rate is pumping and hamstrings a touch tight, I’m a quarter of the way into my eight-mile testpiece and moving well. Obviously…
