Runstreak Day 399... oooooh... last run of the 300s!!! Flippin' heck!
It was nowt exciting though. A pretty random 5k whereby I started out feeling rough... attempted to run up the mile long hill where I live, but gave up half way, ran back down part of it... then carried on up to the top... did a bit of pootling at the top of the hill... ran down a bit of one of the sides... had a sneaky wheeze and cough (okay, not sneaky at all, it was loud and full on!), and then back up the hill again... and down the main drag, little cough and a wheezebag moment... and then up the hill to home.
Slowly. Ve-e-e-e-e-rrrrrrrrr-r-r-r-ry slowly. And as soon as I got to 5k, I stopped. Exactly where I was. In the middle of the pavement. And walked the last bit home. Not caring one teensy bit what the neighbours might think! Mentally, I'd told myself that I just had to get to 5k... running with a chest infection is knackering... and even the teensiest bit more running after I'd got to my target just was *not* happening. So, it didn't!
S'funny really. The more I run, the less precious I get about needing each run to be brilliant. Sometimes whole runs are brilliant. Sometimes only little bits will be good. But I will always know that I did something just for me, and that's always worth it. Plus, every single day for the past week someone has made a comment about my weight / figure and I am sick of it. When I run, none of those people who've commented run with me. I am free of their opinions. And I get to feel good about the body they criticise and what it can achieve... even when I'm not feeling 100%. So there!