So that’s halfway and the regime is beginning to make sense - aching knees have stopped aching, the pace has established itself (and it’s slow!), the breathing routine is getting better and each run is hard but somehow achievable (note to self to reassess after the next run …!).
This week I found myself running for a train - last one for ages due to the strikes - and not only making it but finding myself not gasping for breath. A month ago? That would have been a very different story - I’d probably have let the train go and missed another evening with the family.
If I have one gripe it’s that the weight isn’t shifting as fast as I’d like. Perhaps that comes as my body metabolism gets used to the new regime and I know my diet could do with some attention.
But small steps. Literally 😀.
Here’s a doodle of me hacking round the Wharf … thought it might either amuse or help others who might still be feeling the odd self-conscious twinge.
Catch you all next week …