It did me no harm. When I got out of bed and back into the running stuff on Monday, I found myself having a far better run than the previous Monday's. And on Wednesday I so very nearly closed the gap on the hill that last night (Thu) when I walked home, I mentally broke down what I need to do when I next tackle it, and had already conquered it in my head ready for this morning.
So as a result, all night apparently, I've been running up the hill in my sleep. I'm knackered now, and can hardly move with really stiff knees and heels. So I decided not to run this morning. And I've reasoned with myself over this weekend's plans and promised that I'll go out tomorrow morning before I go to Manchester so that I don't have to take my running stuff with me for Sunday morning.
And I'm sitting here writing this feeling so guilty.....
But (more reasoning), I'll be walking to and back from work again today, and that'll mean I'll've walked 40 miles this week on top of the running. It's not like I'm being lazy.
There was some good news on the weight front at the beginning of this week, which seems to have given me a bit of a boost of motivation. Having somehow made it all the way up to 15stone (must be muscle.... I've put it on since starting the exercise), I'd lost half a stone after last week's walkfest. Hopefully the tide has turned and now that I'm running 15miles a week and more, AND walking 40 miles it's all going to fall off me. If it doesn't, I shall not be very pleased.
And, this week, I've received the 12 week training plan from the team at Run For All (The Leeds 10k). I'm smug cos they're suggesting people start the training from scratch now, and I'm already on 5k. Unfortunately, this smugness, doesn't quite counteract the guilt..... Oh I so should have gone out!
