I really needed to run today but my side is still hurting from my injury incurred when taking part in the dangerous sport of sofa surfing on new years day.  This morning I was a bit sad, moving around like a granny and groaning every time I got up from a chair but every time I twist my torso or engage my core muscles it’s painful!

I hoped it would ease as the day went on but in the end took a couple of nurofen this afternoon because by then I really really wanted to run.  A few hours at home observing my teenage son ‘revising’ for his mock GCSE exams was frustrating enough and if I mentioned the word revision  I was accused of shouting and being a nag.  Then he does even less (if that’s humanly possible, but maybe the young are able to work in nanoseconds) and of course it’s all my fault.  Best to be out running.

So I decided to go for it at 5pm, feeling safe under the cover of darkness if it got ugly.  Just as well because it was slower than slow.  I could run as long as I kept my upper body still, kept to a straight line (not easy on busy shopping streets) and kept to an easy pace.  Actually it was slower than easy pace.  It was slow enough for a Chugger to try to stop me and ask me to help save the (whale, children, fazzled mothers, world) when I’m normally left alone because I might look like a proper runner!

Janathon day 4,  3.18 very slow and slightly painful miles, should have stopped after 1 but you have to get home.