Weird, I am still not dead. And in fact, I went out today in the rain. And then it rained some more. And still I did not stop. I'm like Forrest Fucking Gump.
I'm clearly feeling a bit cocky, because I have half a mind to go out tomorrow, and skip the third run of week one, and skip ahead to run one of week two. That way leads not being able to do it, and throwing up my hands and chucking it all in, potentially. Or, getting to the eventual goal (running, in case you've forgotten) sooner.
Tomorrow: maybe the beginning of week two. Also, researching some other running routes round here that don't involve hills.
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