Started badly today, tailed off in the middle and the less said about the end the better.
All the way around I wanted to give up. I'm ashamed to say I swore at the friendly voice of Sanjeev Kholi when he announced that five minutes had past and I should have settled into a steady rhythm. I grimaced at some dog walkers instead of giving them my customary smile and nod of acknowledgement. At halfway I felt as if I couldn't put one foot in front of the other.
And yet somehow I got through it having done week 9 run 2 for the second time.
What does this teach me?
My brain and legs aren't to be trusted on what I can do. I have more resilience than I thought I did. I know more swear words than I thought I did.