Yesterday I was meant to be joining a friend to do w7r3 at the local parkrun, before heading off to take my Saturday morning dog training class. Woke up to a text from friend - "unwell", pouring with rain and knee sore as h**l. So although not bothering seemed like the better idea, I took a couple of painkillers and headed off early up my much softer forest route, got soaked to the skin, completed my 25 minutes rather slowly and had time to go home and get changed into dry clothes before heading off to training.
The 'but' is my knee, which bothered me in week 3 but got much better with knee support exercises. So close to the finish now and I really don't want to stop, but may need a break to allow for some recovery. How did this running business become so addictive?.