Didn’t want to go out this morning, felt tired. This was my fourth run since Wednesday and it felt like it’s beginning to catch up with me. Anyway, I did go, although spent the first 10 minutes having a conversation with myself (in my head) about stopping when I feel like it, and it not really mattering if I didn’t do this one properly because I’m tired and deserve a break (does anyone else do this?). But then I just started to think well I might as well do this bit, I’ll get to the corner, then this bit, and before I knew it I’m past the halfway point and might as well finish the whole thing. I was glad to stop when the time came but knowing I’d done it felt brilliant. I’m giving myself two days off now. Week 8 will start on Friday.