Here's my weekly update. I managed to do all the runs this week but didn't enjoy it much. These longer runs seem relentless, monotonous, not really me. I woke up with a bit of a sniffle but after consulting the internet, decided that I was safe to go out. Now I'm on the sofa wrapped in two blankets with a hot water bottle, aching all over. I hope I haven't pushed it too far. I'll have my day's rest and see how I feel on Wednesday. Actually, I don't hate the running, and I do feel a sense of acheivement afterwards (even though I'm still incredibly slow). I'm just feeling sorry for myself I guess. At the moment, I'm on track to complete week 9 before my 40th birthady in Feb. I hope I haven't made a boo-boo by running this morning.
Boo (possibly Boo-Boo)