Mid way through week 3 and, well, it's pretty hard going. Maybe it's the heat or maybe I've caught up with my fitness level and it'll be horrible from here on. My legs are sore.
Run 2 completed followed by extra outsideness of a short walk to the Docs. My blood pressure medication dose doubled, again. Which means another follow up appointment and another blood test - in which I'll probably faint, again.
To be fair, she did take two lots last time. A greedy double helping. Although nowhere near the old imperial measure of an arm-full. She asked if I'd like to lie down. I'd clearly flashed up on her screen as a fainty wimp. "Noo. I'll be ok."
I seriously need to man up! I've got 4 weeks until the follow up visit when I can woo the Doc with my BP lowering lifestyle changes (no salt on my chips and this exercise thing). Just 4 weeks to man up. Next time I'll be stood tall, stripped to the waist. A flexing display of pure manly prowess as I expertly, with a smile and a wink, ooze my precious life giving blood into her bloody little bottle (I feel faint already).
Not sweaty and pale with my head between my knees. Curled up, rocking and sucking on child's lollipop like last time. Oh no.