After the positives of yesterday today’s run came as a bit of a shock. Our programme said 3 miles and I was actually looking forward to that. I woke up around 7.30 and slowly got up and we got ourselves organised to go. We had decided on starting at home, running down to the canal and turning towards Bingley. So off we went. It was awful. My gremlins were shouting at me, my silly black labrador puppy was back (see here) and I was convinced that a) I couldn’t do it and b) we were going very slowly. Kath kept pushing on and I kept going somehow. Every bloody step of the whole bloody way was bloody awful. Not a happy place in sight. 3 miles later it turns out it was our fastest yet. 11 minutes and 5 seconds per mile. It was still bloody horrible.
I also forgot to get on the scales this morning so don’t have a Sunday Weigh-In to report on. I may get on and have a look later or I may just not bother. After the awful run I’m not sure I want the scales to tell me that I’m a fat bugger, I am very well aware of that today.
So there we are, another week of training done. Go me.