Today did not start well. Those of you who have read previous blogs of mine might remember that I struggle with rapid cycling mood swings. these are usually well managed by medication, but the last few weeks have been a roller-coaster ride of elation verging on mania alternating with terror filled desperation. Today dawned tearfully, with feelings of helplessness.
Today was the day of W9R3, yes, the graduation run. It was only sheer bloody mindedness that got me into my trainers and out of the door. It was hard work, my mood, the gusting north-easterly wind in my asthmatic lungs, and general exhaustion. But, I did it. 30 minutes non-stop for the third time in 5 days. Only covered 2.25 miles, but at this point I don't really care about that.
I was hoping that reaching this goal would lift my mood, but I was left with a feeling of "Is that it then?". No fireworks, no balloons, no prizes. Just a drink of water and a banana.