I will be running 7km in the sun, surrounded by people, in less than three weeks.
Until this morning I hadn’t run in weeks. Not since before I left for America on Christmas Eve.
This morning was, erm, hell. It was hot, fiery, uncomfortableness and I only made it 2km before I had to give up the treadmill for the bike. Disappointing, but my own fault.
I was never trying to break world records, but I’m going to have to pick it up a bit.
And I’ve got my first ever buddy run tomorrow night after work. I’ll be running along the waterfront with my workmate who’ll start with me in the race (though we’ll likely split at some point).
Ive never run with a friend before. I’m excited.
Here’s hoping we both enjoy it and want to make it a regular thing.
My lungs would certainly approve (eventually)!