The best laid plans...

Last week was a good week... I enjoyed running and felt a bit like my old self after the challenges of running in the mud at Thunder Run and a few days away to recharge my batteries.

But this week?

Well, it's safe to say that not everything has gone according to plan. I've missed out on planned runs for a whole host of reasons, some in my control and some not. The weather has got in the way and I've had to work extra hours this week. I've battled with technology and lost my keys. I've been playing catch up and not really managed it.

But does that mean it's been a bad week?

Definitely not; plans have changed but lots of good things have happened anyway

I panicked thinking I was on the wrong train; then laughed out loud when I realised I was just sitting backwards not forwards and I was going the right way after all!
I've been for a walk in the park on a beautiful summer's evening
I've run with a friend for the first time in a long time... 2 very special miles
I've attempted a circuit class with the Potters Trotters and decided that marathon running is easier... how can 2 minutes last so long when you are doing push ups?
I've coped in a crisis, although you could see my heart-rate spike on my garmin
I've reminisced about university days and sitting on the floor of the student union bar at the end of the night... just because the DJ played 'Sit Down' by James.

I've had a night out with friends, with a buffet, gin, dancing and cake - happy birthday, Charlie - then an unexpected lunch out with more cake, lots of laughter and a run around a garden (although Jon did most of the running)
I've caught up on my washing... the laundry basket is empty (now that's a win)

Little things, big things; just living life.

Here's to life not going according to plan next week!

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