The alarm went off at 4.30 and I leapt (crawled) out of bed, drank my coffee and rushed to put my new trainers on, keen to get out the door and road test them.
For the money they cost I expected to bound down the street like a gazelle, which of course didn't happen, I still bobbled along like a hippo but a hippo in posh shoes of course! I now have a new ankle gripe, which is my own stupid fault for not listening to the man in the shop who said only do a mile a time over a week to let my feet settle into the new shoe.
But on a more positive note I finished wk6 r1 with no dramas.
Onwards and upwards, next time I may become the much hoped for gazelle 😁