Running for an hour

You know you've got a problem when you Domino Pizza is texting you to tell you about their new special offers.
My number must have appeared in the 'regular caller' list enough times for them to be sure I was going to come running, or perhaps waddling, at the prospect of a free pizza or portion of chicken dippers.
But no, my pepperoni slicing friends, I cannot be tempted back to the dark side any longer. It has been a while since I tucked into a large Full House with extra cheese and some other crap on the side, and I'm pleased about that.
Although I did have a posh burger in the Hop House in Clifton the other night for me dinner. You know the kind, not that distantly related to Burger King, but about twice the price.
The good news is that I have managed to get all the way through the first week of my training plan and haven't really transgressed too badly.
Well, I did walk for two hours instead of jogging for 20 mins on Thursday, and I gave myself a rest day on Friday instead of 35 mins fartlek, and I swapped my Sunday run to Saturday, which means I am resting today.
But I think it's fair enough to adapt these things and I do think one rest day a week is a bit daft, I'll wear myself out before the end of October at that rate.
So I did my one hour run yesterday and I thought it went really well. I kept it to a steady jogging pace and included a couple of hills as well. It wasn't until I got home to check it off the plan that I saw that it should have been a run rather than a jog, but there's no way I could have run flat out for an hour, who the hell do they think I am?
Truth is it was probably somewhere between the two and today I feel fine, so I'm pretty pleased with my progress so far. And according to my dodgy bathroom scales I have lost five pounds this week. We'll see how true that is tomorrow at the weigh in.
Looking forward to next week's training already.