I'm on to the next step, the final curve before the home straight, the last leg before the podium, week eight! However, the last run of week seven presented a few problems...
Five minutes in, I went over on my right ankle. It hurt like blazes and I managed to invent some swear words whilst limping on (still running) until I got my stride back, (don't I sounds heroic right now?) Only to nearly burst out laughing when I said excuse me to a man walking his dog and I though he would jump out of his skin!
"I didn't hear you coming!" He told me, but what am I, a bespectacled jiggly ninja? I wasn't TRYING to be quiet, I promise! 😂
When I reached a part of the run where Sarah usually lectures me on being halfway there, I was further back than usual, even though I could see where I have been the last three times, but I kept to my pace, it's not a race, even against the ghost of runs of the past.
The late run incline was a killer. It actually REALLY hurt. Although, I was a little harsh on my legs. Drill sergeant brain was a case of 'KEEP RUNNING MAGGOT, YOU'LL STOP WHEN I TELL YOU! I OWN YOU, SO KEEP GOING!' To my poor body! But I rallied and trudged on to the end.
But I did it!
My ankle is bl*!dy killing.
Goodbye week 7 - if truth be known I didn't like you Very much 😤🚑😭
Goodbye Week 8...
Goodbye week 6! Am I a...runner...?!
Goodbye Week 8!
Goodbye Week 8!
