the week where life got in the way. i had to swap shifts to allow me to do the hpm, which meant this week became a 62.5hr marathon. of my two days off one was spent traveling to family celebrating mum's birthday (clay pigeon shooting, which more importantly, i won). another evening spent in sheffield supporting rich at the film festival. a great night but a late one.
i felt a deep, lingering tiredness all week and only managed to scrape 36m together. i realsie now that instead of trying to stick to 'the plan' i should have tweaked it to a more realistic schedule. which would have probably made me feel less of flabby fair weather jogger.
anyway.....new week. time to crack on.