I'm writing this week off in terms of training.
Moving flat has been such a drain on time and energy that I've really not had any time to devote to my training, which is disappointing, but a fact of life I guess.
I know it's only a flat I live in, but it seems when you share it with somebody else the amount of stuff multiplies by about three times, and then having to get the old place cleaned at the same time, and living in chaos in the new place because we've had no time yet to unpack is all rather trying.
In fact the only place that feels normal is sitting at my desk at work.
I did get out for about 40 mins on Wednesday, which included a couple of hills, and I have been pretty active most of the week, so at least I haven't just been sitting eating pizza in bed all week.
The Plan says I should be doing a half marathon this weekend, which isn't happening but I do have the Bath Half Marathon to look forward to in two weeks, so really I could consider this week as part of my 'tapering' as they call it, giving my muscles a rest before a big run. But actually a half marathon is less than the longest training run that I've done, which is bonkers to think about considering less than a year ago I couldn't get round a 10k course without stopping to walk every few minutes.
So anyway, I'm going to try to get out for a decent slog on Sunday, but once I've dug out The Plan from whichever box it's in, I shall pick up again in earnest on Monday. Feels like the end is getting close now, I mean in terms of the run, not the world. But who knows?
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