Despite the usual trying to waste enough time to avoid going out on Sunday morning, I eventually got out of the door and plodded up the road. Did about an hour, which was about 5.6miles. Although I was really chuffed with this at the time (it’s further than I’ve ever been on my own), I’ve become increasingly disappointed with myself for not going further/quicker. I also got to shake my air maracas on the way home!
Sunday afternoon saw my crown green bowling debut. Hmmm. Luckily we were partnered into bowlers and non-bowlers, so at the very least I had some experienced supervision. My experienced supervision was provided by one of the junior bowlers, which meant my partner barely reached my elbow height and I was old enough to be his mother. Unfortunately, by the time we hit our stride, we’d been knocked out of the competition…
Today I was on a training day which was being held at a hotel a couple of miles from home, so I took advantage of being able to leave the car at home and walked up. A superb way of squeezing in Juneathon, which has left me with three huge blisters. Nice.
Travelling Hopefully 
Don’t feel bad about your pace or distance. it really doesn’t matter.
All that it is important is that you get out consistently and go at a pace you can sustain.
You mustn’t nag yourself. Instead you celebrate what you can do and remember why running makes you feel good.
Thank you – when it comes to me and my achievements, I have a tendency to focus on what I haven’t done (or could have done better) rather than think about what went well. A year ago, the idea of me running a mile would have been laughable, let alone 5. And to cast back to my primary school maths, 5.6 would round up to 6, not down to 5!