I posted a few days ago about whether to take my running gear on holiday... and I did.
Whilst the family were snoring their heads off at 6am this morning I crept out to see if I could work off some of the naughty food I consumed yesterday. I'm on a cruise ship and the running track is on the top deck and the ship was still sailing towards the French dock as I started my run, which was weird because the scenery was moving as was I so that made a nice change to the backdrop I normally run against at home.
It was still dark(ish) as I began my run so lots of twinkly lights too!
On a side note, I was running slow and steady this morning as I know that's the only way I can complete the run (W7 R2) when some bloke, I reckon at least 10 years my senior, started running on the track too. I was probably about 13 or 14 minutes in by this point and he whooshes past me. My guess was part of this was down to ability but mostly down to him showing off. I'm not intimidated though and carry on in my Steady Eddie style. Whoosh, he goes past again. And again. As I slowly catch him up, I see him walking a bit and looking shattered. I felt a little bit smug that by the end of my 25 mins I'd not needed to walk at all. Ha! Love C25k :-).
I feel good that I've carried on C25K this week. I feel better for it.