I rubbish last week, a mix of partying and hormonal wahs. The hangover wasn’t finished yet, it was gripping and I was dying. Someone said they were off to train and I became staunchly aware how little I had done. So….
Off I went. It was grim… well. Lies.
After feeling awful I was surprised how amazing running for 3k (a cheeky mini walk) then another 2k felt awesome.
I didn’t beat my time but it’s pretty consistent now. Yay!