Just in from the first of this week's runs. Well, I have showered; I wouldn't want to sit here sweaty and smelly
Boy was this the hardest ever! Don't know whether it was because it is a warm day, whether my muscles were tired from last night's boxing class, or whether I was still a little dehydrated from too much wine at my mate's last night.
From the minute I set off on the run I wanted to stop. I honestly felt I couldn't do this today. I've had some feelings in the past like "I really can't be bothered to do this today" but this was different. This was "I really can't do this today".
But I kept on plodding whilst thighs, calves, lungs and even buttocks screamed at me to stop. It didn't feel good, I didn't enjoy it but I did make it round. I never really got into a rhythm this afternoon, panting all the way round and wishing it was over.
Not looking forward to Sunday morning and my next run. Doubts that I can complete this are creeping in