As I've said elsewhere, I'm struggling to get out running at the moment. Evenings are often taken up dealing with Teen Daughter's anxiety issues and all that goes with it, so by the time she's sorted it's generally very late and I'm shattered.
Tonight, though, I decided that having even awed by a couple of friends running London this morning, I couldn't make any excuses. So while Teen Rainbow was at youth club, I ran. I decided to set myself a target which felt achievable - 20 mins. If I needed to walk after ten mins, that would be ok. And if it was great I could carry on for a few minutes at the end.
Well, I didn't carry on after the 20, but it was great. I think I was a bit quicker than some that I've managed recently, but I don't actually care about speed and pace tonight - this was about having a good run. And I did. So no matter what happens this week, I've at least started it well
Just think what I might have managed if I hadn't had an 8-mile walk yesterday...!