The prospect of setting off in these howling gales and driving rain is just too much. However, the last couple of runs has been in a window of calm, which matched my mood once I got going! My five minute demons have sulkily stropped off to reappear at the last five minute burst, but I confound them by running faster as urged to by the Lovely Laura. I am amazed at myself, just amazed. That is week 7 finished and when I get back from visiting my daughter it will be week 8! I can't wait to get started on that. Actually a bit frustrated by the fact that instead of doing my run as scheduled today, I shall have to do it when I return on Tuesday. Now, that's a turn up! If I'm honest, I can't say I'm quite enjoying all the running as I do it, but the prospect of a run, and, of course, finishing one is a high you couldn't buy legally (so I'm told). It's too wet for my nice new pretty shoes, I shall christen them for week nine. That is only 3 runs away! I really am going to finish by Christmas! That was my slimming world present to myself, and I'm chuffed to bits. Let's not count our chickens, though...
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