First #ParkRun of the year! I've not done any actual running for 2 weeks and have been living a lifestyle I'm calling 'Roman Emperor'. So it's with some trepidation I get ready this morning. It's -1 (30°F) out there and this is by far the earliest I've woken up since before the holidays. But I'm showered and coffeed and ready. Looks like I might be soloing it today as despite receiving her coffee with a grunt, there are no further signs of life from The Upstairs Domain. Hang on.... I hear a crash.... SHE LIVES! I am curious to see what happens today as I frankly feel like shit. My depression is wreaking havoc all across my brain land and physically I do not feel good. At all. It seems impossible this stupid act of self sabotage - berking about in the freezing cold in a difficult and hurty way - can help this. But we know from experience, it is the way. What a ludicrous design flaw. Imagine an appliance that doesn't work properly unless it's run around in the cold for half an hour first. Trying to toast some bread but you have to wake up half an hour early to make sure it's run around the garden, otherwise instead of toast it just spits out random bits of carbon. THAT'S NOT HOW TOASTERS WORK SO WHY HUMANS. I want to speak to the manager.