I went out this morning to finish week four of the c25k programme. As it was still daylight, the park across the road from me was open. I say still daylight: it was like half ten, so obviously it was daylight. But anyways, usually I’d be going out about twelve hours later, and the park would be closed. I digress. I ran around the park for 31 and a half minutes, and finished week four of the programme.
It was awful. I hate this stupid c25k. It wasn’t so bad when I was in Ireland and I had my sisters with me to go out (or make me feel guilty if I didn’t go) but, as you may have noticed, I’ve only gone out twice since I came home last Monday, and I’m just not feeling it.
I’m not looking forward to going out, I’m not enjoying it when I’m out there, and I’m not even feeling good when I get in. Instead, today, I just worshipped the porcelain god for a while. I know there are various causes for that – drinking too much, not drinking enough, pushing yourself too hard, not eating enough, eating too much,blah blah blah.
I’m just fed up. I don’t think I’m going to continue with week five of the programme. I’ll find some other way to get some exercise. Instead, I’ll just cheer my sisters on from a distance.