W9R2 today, and I really wasn't feeling it. Started late, snarky atmosphere in the house, it was hot, I was probably a bit dehydrated, and I couldn't wear my favourite gear because (a) it was too hot because I started late, and (b) I had to take keys, so needed a pocket. So I was grumpy too. Sarah nearly started me snivelling right at the start - I wish the week 9 doc-dahs were individual, not just repeated, it's be nice to have a proper Well Done at the end - and by the time I'd finished the 30 minutes, I felt sick and just wanted to get back into bed, couldn't even be bothered too watch out for goat pooh.
And there's going to be nobody cheering for me at the end of my next run, cos they all treat it like a joke.
*Goes off to eat cockroaches, as there are no worms in Spain*