So today was a rest day...
I did wk5 r3 on Sunday evening so was supposed to be taking it easy today.
First of all the dog woke me up at 05:30. Now that seems bad enough in itself, but if you consider I’m a night worker and rarely surface before 11am, I’m not sure how I made it down the stairs in one piece. Anyway, so soon as I could see, I took her for a walk.
Then weeded the front garden.
Then washed the car.
Then washed the wife’s car.
Then washed the spare car.
Then I had to go get parts for one of them and fix it, then a test drive, then bbq tea then finally when I get to sit down I’m half way through beer number 6, my son comes down stairs and says he wants to start C25K... like, right then.
We’ve been trying to get him a bit more mobile, but hes stubborn as hell (or his mother) so we had to drop hints till he decided it was his idea.
Because he’s only 13 and it’s his first run we wouldn’t let him go alone, and my wife’s having big problems with her heels, so with one last big swig of fosters, I pulled on my trainers for wk1 run 1...
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