Today I had a longer walk/run scheduled... I knew it would be gruelling and this week has drained me to no end, so I asked my brother to run with me.... man oh man... he was a good coach - probably the only person on Earth who can insult me to my face without being murdered...
Seriously, I was weezing along, looking like an asthmatic beetroot, and he was jogging backwards and grinning, blond hair bouncing like a Pantene advert... I think the pure fury is the only thing that kept my little gnome legs moving!
Here's to another 11 weeks....
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