After a fantastic W7R1 on Saturday I was really looking forward to my next run.
I tried to go Monday afternoon, but the MIL's cat had to be rushed to the vet.
I tried Tuesday, but work was relentless, so I thought today during my PT session was a definite....not so.
I was rudely awoken at 6am by the baliffs knocking on my door....OH hadn't paid for a Dartford Bridge crossing, but thought he had....their fault not his! His fault for not opening his post and the numerous notices telling him there was a problem! Thereafter I was worrying about them coming back and trying to get into my house.
Set of on the run all ok, but then my leggings started falling down...trust me not a pretty sight for innocent commuters! Then the gremlins got a hold of my head and I just couldn't concentrate.....I'm sad/annoyed to say I gave up after 10 minutes!
Plotting my next opportunity to run....I will not be beaten....the feeling after R1 was too amazing to not be repeated.