Another slow run today. Nice and slow. Lovely slow. Actually, maybe too slow?? At the end of it I was a bit out of sync. Laura had signed off, podcast well and truly over and Week 4's starting up - Stop! Don't want spoilers - and I was still 10 minutes walk from the car. I need to refine my turn-around spot. I was miles away (ok, technically only 0.82 miles away) from the car and guess what? I had another little jog. Unheard of. Cheating on Laura with Mrs RunKeeper, naughty. It only lasted 30 seconds Laura, it meant nothing!
In other news. Why am I not thin yet?
My primary reason for all this is to get fit... I suppose. As impossible as it seems I'd love to be able to do the 5K. That's still a distant ludicrous goal. But I thought a welcome side effect would be a not so distant or ludicrous THIN AS RAKE body. Yet I'm still precisely the same size, weight, FAT AS WHEELBARROW Jabba as I started.
Time is of the essence. I've a wedding to attend and a suit to slip into, in just 2 weeks... oh god. I could always run away.