Fourteen Something...

A fairly busy week so far - the London to Brighton on Sunday, swimming Monday, and then a run yesterday evening before the footy game. I'd forgotten to take my hay fever tablet (I seem to be suffering this year) and as a result was distinctly gunky.

Anyway, I set out, feeling like I was running smoothly, and only a slight complaint from my legs that were still a bit tired from Sunday. This continued throughout the run, although I did feel that I was having to either let my heart rate go up or slow the pace on previous runs - I had hoped I'd be speeding up by now. I've got asthma inhalers now (following a GP consultation where "Exercise Induced Asthma" was the diagnosis) so I was hoping my airways would be wonderfully clear by now. Ah well!




Anyway - that's the figures - it might be worth comparing them with the last run over the same route (Nonsuch)

The great news this morning is that I've lost more weight and can now say that I weigh fourteen stone something, even if it is only a fraction of a pound below fifteen stone :oD