Mental running

I was in Wilcox Saskatchewan for Thanksgiving dinner this weekend with an old friend. Four days without running was a bit much (though the multiple games of shinny on the ice at Notre Dame school may have made up for it) so I ventured out for a 15 km run before dinner. And it had to be the most utterly boring run I have ever done. Essentially a big square on completely flat grid roads, and a hefty wind to boot. Mental toughness, that's what I kept telling myself I was developing. Sask runners must be tough.