End of week 15

The time is really getting on now - quite a scary thought.

I have had a stressful week with lots of anger to get rid of, so I've run a lot more than normal (every cloud etc etc). I've been starting work early and finishing late as I've had lots to fit in during the week. Jude's Chauffeur Service has really taken off. I was almost buying a cap, but decided to buy N a bus pass instead. She can now get a bus anywhere in Greater Manchester, and at any time too. It didn't take her long to realise she could use it to get back home as well though.

By Thursday I'd had enough, so I had a semi day off on Friday. I did a bit early and late, but nothing between 8.20am and 4.30pm! I did my chauffeur duties, then went to the gym. On Monday I had run 5kms and was feeling very pleased with myself. On Wednesday I sat in the carpark for ages trying to find an excuse not to go in. I went in eventually but only did 3kms. I was aiming for 4 miles on Friday, which is about 6.44kms. I've been exhausted this week and I wasn't hopeful. However, I had my headphones and proceeded to watch mindless television as I ran. I did have a little bit of walking in between the running, but I had to carry on because I needed to know the lie detector results on Jeremy Kyle! I haven't seen that for yonks, and it did me good because I realised I wasn't as disfunctional as I'd started to think. The lie detectors however said that everyone was telling the truth so there were no serious fights. By the time I could turn off I'd clocked up 8.1kms! Impressed?

After the gym I went to the Trafford Centre on a mission. On Thursday I'd been waiting for a snog from David Miliband (his facial skin is soooo smooth, he is either really about 12 years old or shaves every couple of hours) when I was rudely insulted. Someone thought I was Harriet Harman! I was very offended, especially when I googled her and found out she was 59 years old. She does look well though. Later that evening I watched the Great Debate. I was horrified that both Nick Clegg and David Cameron had no wrinkles and lines, yet both are older than me. Debbie pointed out that it must be botox, and my quick research (what did we do before iPhones were invented?) and found it is £220+ and it lasts about 4 months. I decided against it and got some good polyfilla and foundation from the Trafford Centre instead.

From the Trafford Centre it was straight to Debbie's (via Tesco) and out to lunch. It was while we were waiting for our food that my Blackberry bleeped to tell me my massage was in 30 minutes, at 2.30pm. It was quite a surprise as I thought it was at 3.30pm. Kath rescued me and phoned to say I was stuck in a meeting, and I got it changed to 4.30! What a tiring day - gym, Trafford Centre, Tesco, lunch, and then massage. It wasn't until I got home that I realised my Blackberry was wrong and the massage had been at 3.30pm afterall.

I was domestic on Saturday and tidied up. Then, wait for it, I actually attended (I'd say hosted but I just sat down and didn't really look after anyone) my BBQ! My first one of the year - as I didn't manage to get to mine last weekend.

And so to Sunday. H and I went to our normal Sunday morning gym session. Again, I really didn't want to go and contemplated sitting in the cafe with my book while H was at FitKids. I went in though, and just about managed 3.5kms. I watched Coronation Street while I ran, something I stopped watching over 10 years ago. I recognised Ken Barlow and Steve McDonald, but everyone else was a mystery. In the 30 minutes I watched it for though I think I manage to catch up on the plots. When we got back we decided to go to Hebden Bridge. We had a lovely afternoon, and a chippy dinner.

I'm a day late with writing again, and I'm hoping for a better week. Less stress please. Here goes:

End of week 15
Running (with a tiny bit of walking) 19.6kms! Wow!