Greetings, Dear Reader!
Another day, another run. This time I decided to Hell with it, and shoved on my trainers and was out on my own before Darren was able to get dressed! Yes, I went for a run on the Park.
Alone.
I was pretty nervous, don't get me wrong, but it felt great once I got into it. Due to my zealous enthusiasm to go alone before my brain realised what I was doing and sent "Error! panic attack warning!", I forgot to have a few puffs of the ol' asthma spray. So I didn't do as long as usual, just three laps. But I'm SO proud of myself! Especially as my knee was sore from driving to & from Sheffield the other day. Infact the run seemed to ease the knee soreness, and now it doesn't hurt. I guess I've run the tension out of the tendon. All good!
Done some sit-ups too. I'm up to thirty now.
Annoyingly, the weighing scales do not reflect my increase in exercise. Grrrrr. But hey ho, weight loss was going to be a hopeful side-effect of the training. If just because I was hoping weight-loss, even a few pounds, would help my body cart itself around the park lol.
Rest day tomorrow. I'm making sure I'm not overdoing it. I don't want to hurt my hamstring again like I did the other week. Every journey must start with a step, and I have no intention of hurting myself, now the Race is only about 6 weeks away.
Onwards and upwards!
Hugs
Cxx
