Done. I did it. It is sorted. I’m not going to give a blow-by-blow dissection of what it entailed or how I felt: all I want to say is that the walk home felt a lot longer than he trip to the Gym. But I’l be back out there tomorrow. Today, as I’ve now inherited the gastrobug that everybody else in the house has suffered, I suspect I won’t make the step total. In fact, I’m confidently predicting I’ll be in bed by the time you read this. Because even I know the value of not pushing it when you know you’re not capable.
However, in other news:
which means my next goal is 40k and that will not happen until I am *considerably* fitter than I am now.
Needless to say, lines in the sand are good, especially when the tide required to erase them only happens once or twice a year.