Today was meant to be the start of week two of the Couch to 5k plan. But irritatingly life got in the way of an effective completion of week one. As easy as it should have been to find three days in which to run, it wasn't. After taking many people's advice about not running on consecutive days at this stage, I postponed my planned Friday run, intending to do it on Saturday morning. I woke up horrendously late on Saturday morning, with an absolute mountain of baking to get through for the impending vintage fair on Sunday (over 140 cakes were baked, decorated and sold), started the baking and decorating process, which took me into the night to complete and woke up at 6.30 on Sunday for a full day of selling them. When I finally returned home at almost 8pm on Sunday, after leavng at 7.45am and standing up all day - a run was the last thing on my mind.
I love baking, don't get me wrong, but the sheer act of making and icing that many cakes becomes a labour of love. All in all I spend twelve to thirteen hours standing, baking and decorating cakes and then a further twelve setting up tea-shops and selling my wares, and it wipes me out, completely and utterly. So BANG, there was my bank holiday Monday shot too.
After contemplating the anti-merits of forcing myself - to 'sort of' do the three runs in a week, I thought how stupid that would be, and how I could actually probably benefit from another three attempts at week one. I am actually not sure these legs can cope with the increased sixty to ninety second running time just yet anyway. So here I am about to embark on week one mark 2 with runs scheduled for Wednesday, Friday and Sunday mornings and the safe knowledge that there are no vintage fairs or other distracting antics to get in th way.