Feeling Guilty

Its been a while since I have written and I'm feeling guilty. It is closely correlated to the number of times I have run, maybe that's why I feel guilty. It's a similar guilt to when you pay for a gym membership that you never use, I feel like I owe myself a blog.

The truth is, as many of you know, I have had a crazy week. A death in the family, boyfriend departs for overseas, moving house and resigning from work. Just a little on my plate.

I did manage to do 25ks on the weekend, thanks to Viv who met me half way and was the only reason I got out of bed. I ran from my place near Bondi Beach to the Harbour Bridge, around the Opera House and Botanical Gardens and back again. It is a spectacular run in the city, but the hills of the Eastern Suburbs get me every time and there was some walking on the return journey. Surely central Paris is not as hilly!

So its onwards and upwards from here, with a plan to increase that distance each weekend for the next 5 weeks with at least 3 mid week sessions in between. Its serious now.

Tomorrow I run to work. 8.5ks. Hopefully it is not as hot as today.