This week has been awful. My eating has been all over the place, and I've missed half my runs. I've been very self-indulgent in more ways than one.
Tomorrow, as ever, is another day.
I'm still here. I'm still running. 82.33 miles in January, and 30.39 miles so far this month.
For most of January I felt miserable and demoralised as I was struggling to manage 10 min/miles and my marathon target is 9 min/miles. I was always last at running club, tagging minutes behind everyone else unable to summon the energy to keep up. I stuck to the mileage I'd planned for myself and tried not to worry about not being as quick as planned, and a weekend away forced me to re-arrange my runs so I had 3 days without running from last Saturday to Monday.
This week I'm knocking out 8:30 miles easily and am beginning to feel like I can regain the fitness I lost over the holiday season.