I swear, I will never be a fan of LISS. It's ridiculously boring!! Whenever I decide that running is nirvana, I go through a few weeks of bliss, loving life post run. But soon, my body starts reminding me that I am rather a lot more than a little overweight, and running is, well, hard.
So I pack it in, sit on the sofa, eat Pringles and read. While complaining about my ever increasing belly.
Well, the weather is now shite (thanks autumn 😑) so running is out. Onto the bike where I spend 36 minutes peddling like Bing in Black Mirror but with less reward, bored out of my mind.
But I do it anyway because I really am sick and tired of bulging at the seams of everything I own. I'm tired of being tired. And I'm the only one who can try and fix this. So bring on the boredom, I'm ready.