Miles I actually ran: 8 (3 mugs of tea and a cereal bar apparently didn't get me quite as far as I wanted to go!)
Minutes spent watching myself run in front of the mirror: 27
I will often look to the side as I run past shop windows, and see myself running. I think to myself, how strong, athletic and awesome I look. Today however, I got a bit of a shock. I saw my reflection as I was hurtling towards a bus shelter and realised...I run like a duck.
My legs seem to flail out to the sides, and I look so un-aerodynaic, I'm surprised I manage to get anywhere. Although I guess my unique running style has got me this far, I think I might go and spent the rest of the afternoon inspecting my running technique in the mirror. So if anyone has been trying to contact me. Sorry, I'm a bit busy!
Obviously, as a feminist, I shouldn't care how I look, and I should be proud of what my body can do. I shouldn't give in to social anxiety, and worry about what other people think. But I can't help it. Although I mostly think it's all just a little bit funny!
So I will be out tomorrow, doing it all again!
Happy weekend running everyone!
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