Couch to 5k

I found this morning hard work. I'm a bit sleep-deprived, a bit stressed, a bit achey. All of these are reasons I definitely needed to exercise, and all reasons that I wanted to get on with doing other things instead.

So, go me for turning up anyway. It's interesting how much differently I perceive the activity itself when the machine is the same and the programme is the same but I am not feeling great. It makes sense that everything is a bit less comfortable, feels a bit harder, but I had to talk myself into keeping going today in a way I haven't really had to before -- not because I was in significant pain or struggling to breathe fast enough or anything like that (I wasn't), but just because I didn't feel like it.

Here's hoping next week is more usual.