Today must have been about my 6th attempt at W1R1 since my first attempt back at the beginning of September.
I have suffered one injury after another and never managed to complete a whole session, but that just served to make me more determined. So today, when the friend that was going to do this thing with me called off with a chest infection, I strapped my calf in three layers of tubigrip, put Laura in my pocket and braved what I imagined was going to be the deafening laughter of the public at large and went alone. I dragged my middle-aged, overweight, asthmatic, anaemic and epileptic body through two miles of walk run wheeze, walk run wheeze, and, apart from nearly losing my trousers due to my keys dragging them down and the smoke of a freshly lit garden fire (which smelt lovely but was not kind to my lungs), I thoroughly enjoyed it! It was just what I needed after a stressful week treating the eating disordered of Gloucestershire. I can already see why people do this running thing!