So after the mother of all unhealthy weekends, not to mention subcrumbing to and munching my way through a 180g bar of chocolate last night (I know I know - but I was worried about someone and stress eating), I got my fat arse up at the crack of dawn and out jogging again.
I decided to repeat week 4 again. This might be the 3rd time Im not sure now, I can't remember. Everything went pretty okay. Last 5 mins I flagged again but got through it. 16 full mins of jogging. I did get some jip from my right calf. Think I probably needed to stretch a bit better. It doesn't feel too bad now.
No dogs today, just the one walker. She was a skinny rake who looked at me like I was mental. So as I am getting used to now, I just flashed her the mother of all smiles. I kept reminding myself of the 80 quid I have raised so far for race for life and that Im getting fitter, healthier and losing inches. Roll on Thursday to have a bash at run 2.
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