Well W1R3 tonight. Last night and tonight my hubby the came out with me (he is in training for his ultra marathon this year). So for a change decided to run at the park so the dog could romp about, kids could play footie etc and hubby could help me as well. The second run went ok although it felt harder but I kept going and did all the run intervals. Tonight though was a whole different ball game. It felt worse than the very first night. I had to stop and walk some of the run intervals. The mind set was there but the body wouldn't do what it was telling. Really upset with myself as I had done so well and probably more frustration.
Hubby is insistent I take a rest day but worried it will put me off track and I won't come back to it and ditch the programme. I am on a roll and still want to continue on. On the positive over the three days I have ran almost 3 miles which is the most I have ever done in my entire life. I also have now comfier clothes and if out on my own do not take the dog. Grass is tough to run on too. An in this short period time I have found out the following.
1. I am in this very early stage a fussy runner and I need things to be a certain way.
2. I love the neon running clothing (I am a alternative/goth gal so this is my guilty secret as my staple is black) and I want to wear it so people think what the actual hell oooooh my god that's a person and a cupcake threw up over her.
3. I am going to thump the hubby if he counts down how many secs is left lol
4. No longer do I care what people think.
Apart from that tomorrow is rest day and I will be trying again on the road.
Thanks folks for your continued support and just reading x