Good when it stops

Feeling a bit bashed and bruised today. It's been a physically demanding start to the week. G and I ran the 10k race on Sunday. I really enjoyed it. Once I'd crossed the finishing line that is.

It was great actually. G stayed with me the whole way round shouting encouragement - which only got a little bit wearing - and we finished in 1hr 5mins. Only half as fast again as walking - thanks for pointing that out Dad. I felt it was an achievement anyway seeing as I've never ever run that far before. Well, it was more a mixture of jogging and shambling along, but the ground was very slippery and there were a couple of nasty hills… G demonstrated extreme patience with my inferior fitness. I could tell he was desperate to whip the Tesco boys who were arsing around at the back of the pack. But he stuck with me. What a guy.

Thanks to our sponsors for giving us more reasons to keep going :-)

Legs have been a bit achey since Sunday and now both arms are stiff and sore. Two travel injections done with one more to go. Unless we go for the optional rabies. £120 and three trips to the hospital (and three big needles…!) seems a bit excessive, but as the nurse said yesterday, you pays your money or you takes your chances. I don't like the sound of taking our chances much where rabies is concerned so looks like more needles over the coming weeks. Hooray.