A few months ago I couldn’t have believed that I would want to go out and do that on a Friday night instead of heading straight to the pub... even less so that I would be able to! Ahhh how I’ve changed 😊🏃🏽♀️
I have found that my head is giving me more grief than my legs and that every new running milestone triggers off lots of apprehension (and then avoidance) but that so far they’ve all been doable. I think using Strava was a bit of a mistake because seeing that I’m not going all that fast took away some of the sense of achievement so I reckon I’ll not bother with that for a while.
Anyway, it was still great to hear big MJ christen me ‘a runner’. I think I’m going to wet the baby’s head with a G&T!