Went out for beers last night – many beers.
Consequently, my early morning writing session didn’t yield a single useful sentence, and my afternoon 10K was brutally interrupted by the sudden resurfacing of the tuna sandwich I ate for lunch.
I finished the run and on the ‘back five’ kept thinking of Haruki Murakami, who once said, that most of what he knew about writing, he’d learned from running every day.
Although I think Murakami is overrated as a writer, I do share his thoughts about the running/writing connection.
Finishing a 10K with hangovers is possible – so is writing!