Chicken

I fancied a shorter (it's all relative) run this weekend so entered a local half marathon as a bit of an easy (again, relative) confidence booster. 

I can honestly say it's the closest I've ever come to quitting an event part way through. I knew it was a hilly course as I know the park but I didn't expect the amount of liquid mud, even with the persistent rain. There were parts you couldn't (well, I couldn't, the first finishers obviously did) even walk down / up it was so slippy.

I'm making chicken pie for dinner now. Or will be when the washing machine full of dirty running kit finishes.