This week I'm feeling rotten. Not ill as such, just tired, and miserable.
Yesterday should have been Week 8, run 2 for me, but I just couldn't make myself go out and do it. So I made myself go out today. But my heart wasn't in it. There's a random mini-heat-wave going on, the park seems to be packed with grandmas out with their infant grand children, so all I could think about was how my mam won't be at her granddaughters 2nd birthday party tomorrow because cancer took her from us last November. I was just feeling utterly crappy. So I wussed out after 15 minutes
I feel like a failure