Drizzly morning, but I was determined to do it. Met a friend out running, half my age: got the thumbs up. Then passed another guy clutching a bunch of wild asparagus... made me laugh. Asparagus picking involves old guys with sticks delving into the undergrowth, bottoms upwards... somehow doesn't fit the image of a svelte 30-something runner. But then it is Easter and this is Italy.
Managed to complete my usual route before the 25 minutes were up , so that meant I had to continue on up the oh-so-steep hill instead of taking the usual steps. I was really pleased with myself... kept going for about a minute (no, Laura, I didn't sprint it... going up a stiff gradient was enough). That'll be my challenge now... to complete the hill. Would never ever have thought I could possibly do it... now it feels within reach (eventually).
Tomorrow I start the 5x50. Just got my new MTB (a reward for getting this far... using the money I've saved on cigarettes since I quit smoking at Xmas). It's all pink, white and flowery!!! They didn't have any suitable serious colour bikes for women. Have to laugh... I'm normally a black/grey/purple type, with the odd flash of fuschia. Going to call it my "Barbie".