Week One:- What a rubbish start to my training.... Day one I was suppose to run 3 miles.... did I manage it? Did I heck....... The shame of it..... struggled to breath during the first mile.... Then I needed to go to the toilet but thought I would carry on... after all it was only 3 miles that I had to run. Half a mile in and I was starting to die.... Only 2.5 miles left to go... Come on Gregory you can do this ...... you have run further... what is wrong with you apart from busting to go to the toilet...
I carry on trying to ignore the fact that I need to go to the loo.... but sooner or later the stomach ache is unbearable and I am now starting to panic thinking OMG I am going to end up doing a Paula Radcliffe in the middle of the High Street!! Not a pretty site.... on I plod but not for much further. I have to stop at 2.47 miles and do the walk of shame home as I couldn't even manage 3 miles... Better luck next time.
Today... was far worst than Monday.... Today I am suppose to run 4 miles..... I end up going to bed most of the afternoon as I feel rubbish as I have developed a pathetic cough and earache. So rather than running outside I head to the gym because I am now thinking 4 miles on the dreadmill is better than no miles at all. Gutted as the gym has decided to close early so looks as though the only running I will be doing tonight is running a bath......
Hopefully things will get back on track real soon... but hey the bonus is... I can walk pain- free now... whoop whoop so things are looking up and I have cut back on the painkillers.
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