Before I went overseas, before my father got very sick and passed away, my head was full of training and preparing for running a marathon.
In the last week especially, I feel like that's just a dream that really, will never happen.
Every morning I seem to fight with myself about running.
I did my 12kms this morning but still, I could have stopped.
My right shoulder is in constant pain, making it hard to breathe as I run. I'm living on volatran.
What I'm telling myself now is that I'll just settle for 12kms a day, not pushing myself to do anymore or to go outside or anything like that, until I get out of this rut.
total kms for June, 60 kms