So, this week has been a really bad week! In just one week the comfort and serenity I found in running has come crashing down around me. On Tuesday some disgusting man grabbed me and tried to sexually assault me whilst I walked home from work. This was a busy main road and in broad daylight, so my guard was down. I managed to kick him and run away from him (very, very fast) and I've spent the week trying to help the police to find him (they haven't btw). However, today is the first time I've tried running since it happened. I expected it to be a little bit difficult because I've gone from running 5k 3 times per week to not running at all this week. But, I really wasn't expecting to feel like an emotional wreck from start to finish. All I could think about was running away from him! I ended up walking far more than ever before and just feel a little bit broken!
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