This morning as I woke up late, Cecelia suggested that maybe I could take another rest day and do it on Monday, which would put me back into sync with Mam but Hubby-to-Be, being the wonderful thoughtful bloke that he is (and whose last name I'll be taking as my own come September) said "why don't you go and find your kit, it's a nice day for a run, you can go to the park after you drop me at work". I kissed him on the forehead, told him he was wonderful and wandered off to find my sports bra, shoes and kit all the while telling myself that it was a good thing as I needed to work off the pizza we'd had for supper last night (Saturday being my weigh day and the longest possible time before I have to weigh again, I spend the day eating what I deny myself all week)
Himself safely at work, I headed to the park and it was a lovely day, the sun a slightly glowing ball behind the misty clouds, the birds were singing and the roads were lazy, a perfect day for a run. Walking done, I let Bastille ask me where to begin, the rubble or their sins? Swiftly followed by David Bowie telling me the bad points of Fame, skipped over LMFAO telling me that I was Sexy And They Knew it in favour of Shakira givin me some Oriental moves with Ojos Asi then, as I was starting to flag a bit and my right foot decided to send pain signals to my brain, Iggy Pop jumped in to remind me of my Lust for Life and before I knew it, the run was almost done, it didn't sail past by any means but it didn't drag.
When Sarah spoke up telling me to "Remember, running isn't about speed it's about building up stamina" I laughed out loud and said "I could have used that advice in week 1!"