Last time out I got to w9r2 before disaster hit - twisted sprained ankle in a netball match. 2 months and a stone (yes - that was some xmas) heavier, I turned back to Laura to ease me on the way to fitness again.
I don't know if it is the extra weight or the winter weather but it seems so much more like hard work this time; the free nike + app confirms my suspicions that in my fights with gravity on my local hills the new ring of blubber is a significant drag factor! . However, I now know that I do love running and hated being forced into being a couch again. I am amazed that I am gagging to get outside and to stagger about on the local roads regardless of the weather. What is that all about? Last winter, I would have laughed at the thought of voluntarily stepping outside the front door in January even to do the bins.
After a suitable rest, and starting again at w5r1, I have wobbled my way to w8r1 this morning. Fingers crossed that the finish line is not denied me this time.....