Full of cold virus and with a head that felt like it had been hollowed out, I still put on my running kit and shoes, despite Goblin Cecelia's insistent tapping on my head trying to draw my attention to the sofa and my copy of Five Go Gluten-Free, I had Hubby-to-Be drop me off at the park.
Compared to last week the 5minute runs more or less sailed past, much to my amazement, despite Cecelia's resetting the day to the beginning twice in an effort to make me give up. But I am spurred on by both a 6lb weight loss, the thought of my wedding day and, much nearer, the thought of the medal I'm going to get when I complete the Rainbow Run Wales in April (which raises money for a Welsh children's hospice - it's for the kiddies. Think of the kiddies)
On another note, Hubby-to-Be seems to be enjoying his Gym sessions and I'm very proud of him for finishing his first week of them.