Gold star for me. I got home and did Wk 1, Run 2 last night. In a way, it’s easier to run in the morning first thing, before my brain wakes up to what I’m actually doing – by which time it’s too late. I was fully conscious yesterday evening and not exactly raring to go. And I had another excuse – I got home to find that bf had helpfully stuck a wash in the machine which I assumed contained my sports bra since I pulled the flat apart to find it and couldn’t (“Great big white thing? Hideously ugly?” I interrogated the bf, to his complete incomprehension). It would have been SO easy to use the absence of suitable bosom containment to not go. But, I reasoned, it’s not as if I had much pertness to endanger, so I just pulled on an underwired t-shirt bra and set off.
In the mornings the park isn’t open, but it’s open until 8pm at the moment so I ran there. It’s a small park so I had to run past a snickering couple - girl on boyfriend’s lap - three times. How she had the gall to laugh, I don’t know – she had a huge white fake daisy pinned over her ear that made it look like she had a one-eared earmuff on.
It was in the washing machine btw.
Today I have cycled in. I am pretty sure I am due a soaking on the way home which I’m not looking forward to. But on the upside, I feared that W1, R3 would be rainy at 6am tomorrow, but it looks like the rain should have cleared up by then. Cycling in the rain is bad enough, but running? Ugh. And all this whilst mid-period (another excuse I could use to stop doing any form of exercise).
I will WI tomorrow. It’s been c10 days since I did that last. It represents 7 days of great virtue and 3 days of, er, not. I could really do with seeing some movement on Scales of Doom to perk me up and get me motivated since I’m not seeing benefits in my clothes. The jeans that were a size smaller that I put on last week and fit, last night were about 1” away from doing up and a skirt I bought on ebay (an M&S 16 for goodness sake) is far too small. I have jeans on today and feel more than usually dumpy. This is depressing stuff and I’d like a pick-me-up to help me feel cheerful and motivated – I’m not going to stop, either way, but it just makes my life easier.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: always have a spare sports bra (especially when you have a big hole near the fastening of your only one which makes doing it perilous each time you put it on to know whether it will hold. I know, I know but spending the best part of £30 on such an ugly thing is not a joyous thing. Twice. Still, I’d get a hell of a lot of material for my £60)