I made the bold decision to leave Laura behind today. Don’t worry, Laura isn’t my child or anything – she is the lady that speaks to you on the NHS Couch to 5k podcast. I rebelled against the system, pushed the boundaries, and took my friends – Metallica, Fleetwood Mac, 3 Doors Down, Staind and Seether out for a 25 minute run.
I may have looked a little more strange than usual, lip syncing my way through my run, and I may also have experienced a small pang of guilt at abandoning Laura. She has smugly stood by me while I dragged myself wheezing through the early stages – encouraged me, made sure I kept going. Don’t worry though, all is not lost Laura, you’ll be back with me on Friday for Week 8, but I can’t promise that I won’t leave you at home on run 3 next week.
It was definitely an odd feeling, running on my own (but Tub, you run on your own all the time… I know! But my imaginary friend always comes too!). It was almost like when I drove the car for the first time without anyone with me, just after I passed my test, and then eventually tried driving with the radio on…
Post run, I was looking forward to my pasta bake. Unfortunately it went a bit, well,
charred black. To add insult to injury, our oven now seems to be on the blink. The thermostat light is still on, even when I’ve turned the oven off, and the stupid thing is still alight. I’ve resorted to switching it off at the fuse box. I needed a dead oven like I need a hole in the head right now, but off to internet shop for electric ovens I go. Bummer. Meanwhile… I may have to learn how to cook things (real food) in the microwave, and find some more slow cooker recipes while I’m at it. Oooof.