Hmm. Easter can only be said to have put a crimp in my training schedule. Basically I gave serious consideration to going for a run during the long weekend… I even went so far as to put on my extremely attractive running outfit (corsetty bra, corsetty pants, lycra leggings and hide-it-all baggy shirt) before deciding to have a nice sit down and an easter egg instead.

Well, I did technically darken the door of my gym on Saturday night but I’m not sure I bothered the machines unduly. I never quite found my stride and ended up huffing home after doing only 20 minutes on the treadmill rather than the planned 60. I’ve decided not to count it, anyway.

So.

Today I ran out of excuses not to run with Evil Bob. I’d remembered my PE kit so wouldn’t be forced to run in my vest and pants, I’d got my trainers (rather than my high heels that I accidentally packed in my kit bag a week or so ago) and nothing was putting Evil B off of his demented plans to make me run up hills again.

As is the funny way of things sometimes, though I was desperately trying to think of reasons not to go on the run, once I got going it was one of the best ones I’ve had for a couple of weeks. Almost not horrific. I smiled a bit and everything (Don’t tell anyone). My elation at finding the hill run slightly easier than I did a week ago even carried me through the disgusting discovery at the end that I’d forgotten to bring the means to have a shower.

Can I coyly confess that, even after the excesses of Easter, I’ve lost over 5 pounds since I started running. Oddly enough, for ages I didn’t loose anything even though I could have sworn my clothes were a bit looser then, all of a sudden, I lost 6 pounds. I got one of those back over easter but still... Pounds are pounds aren’t they? Apparently I didn’t loose any to start with because my muscles were increasing at the same rate that the fat was going… or something. Anyway, it would seem I’m heading in the right direction. Run away from the lard, Sam. Away from the lard...