Went for today's run with Mr Boniobiscuits.
Mr Boniobiscuits had taken a nasty tumble from his road bike yesterday and said a short run with me would help loosen him up. Mr Boniobiscuits is covered in steri-strips is battered, bruised and, to my mind is insane to be even thinking of running to just loosen up, but, each to their own.
Mr Boniobiscuits said 'follow me' and led me down a trail, an actual trail. He then proclaimed I was now trail running, cue much laughter from me which didn't help in any way at all with my breathing.
Mr Boniobiscuits saw the error of his ways and led us back to the comfort of pavements and roads.
I love Mr Boniobiscuits very much, but although he is encouraging, he is not the comforting and gentle presence of Sarah Millican nor is his conversation as stimulating as my usual playlists (only in the context of running you understand, he is, in fact, a well known public speaker in his industry and a very funny and intelligent man, however, lovely gentle Sarah Millican he is not)
In short, I found the 25 minutes of running today to be absolute hell, how I got to the end of it I have no idea. For the first time ever I nearly threw in the towel and I have absolutely no idea at all how I am going to run for another three minutes on top of that next week???
I was so hot and sweaty, even at the end of my 5-minute cooldown walk that one of my dogs was having a salty sweaty lick-fest as soon as I sat down with my glass of water!!
I know (at least I hope) it's a blip and that next week will be better, onwards and upwards my friends, onwards and upwards....