I did W4R1 on Sunday, and it went very very well. However, yesterday, I could hardly walk - my legs, particularly my knees, were the stiffest and sorest they've been. They are a lot better today, and I understand this is all part and parcel of building up my fitness. However, this weekend we are going away for a week in Cornwall in our faithful camper van; last time we went was just after my abortive attempt to start C25K when I was at my heaviest, and I spoilt the holiday (for me, at any rate) by not being able to do anything very much as I'd damaged my right knee. So I've decided discretion is the better part of valour, and rather than tempt fate and risk spoiling our break, I'm going to have a short rest, with every intention of starting again when we come back. We plan to do lots of walking while we're away, so hopefully I'll be able to pick up where I left off.
Also, we released Steph on Sunday evening, back in the garden of the house I picked her up from. I held her up on my open hand; she had a quick look round, deployed her wings, and was off. She did a couple of circles to get her bearings, visited both neighbours' gardens, and then came back and started flying round the fruit tree, catching insects as she went. Textbook release, really. It's very rewarding when it goes like that, but I always feel a little bit sad later when I'm cleaning out the tub the bat has lived in!