Only last week I was complaining about having to do all this run training for blinking half marathons, and worse. But a week is a long time in IssiLand. Since then I've been ill (again), confined to bed for three days (again), and therefore unable to do much of that hopping jumping and skipping stuff. On the bright side, my knee injury hasn't caused me any pain, but to be fair that's because I haven't actually used it.
But all my lovely friends, the ones who inspire, encourage and/or bully me are posting on FB about all the brilliant mileage they've been racking up, with huge smiley faces that look a lot like those creepy manic grinning emoticons, and, well, I'm jealous.
So today I promise myself that I will no longer moan about run training. Out loud, at least.
I haven't got any relevant pictures of my training this week, so here's a couple of golden oldies of the kittens
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| Steve, doing the washing. |
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| Fiona, not doing the washing. |
