So today was supposed to be the day I have been leading up to for months. The Brighton Marathon.
About three weeks ago I wrapped up warm and took off on my final long run. It hit 18 miles and felt, well, I think I felt like I hadn't tried hard enough. But I was looking forward to Brighton.
And then I caught bronchitis and even as I sit to write today I can feel the cold in my chest and the sinking feeling in my heart at sitting out on LIFE.
I'm also particularly glum at having not exercised in these three weeks! I never weigh myself but I know I'm so much heavier.
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself, stop feeling frumpy and low and start doing.
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