Got three hours sleep last night; some of my neighbours (next door) decided to have a party in the garden that went on till past 3am. It is late November and it was raining, but that still didn't put them off. But it wasn't them that kept me awake, it was the people who kept leaning out of their windows telling them to 'SHUT THE F*CK UP'. The last I remember is some woman, who sounded on the verge of a nervous breakdown, screaming 'IT'S SUNDAY NIGHT. IT'S 3 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP YOU... YOU WANKERS!' The last time I looked it was ten to four, and I was up at 6.30. Felt delirious all day and fell into a deep sleep on the train on the way home. Opened my eyes at Brighton and couldn't bear the thought of going to the gym. But I went anyway and feel better for it. Met Spock in there and we went to the Abs class again. We keep getting told off for giggling. But it is funny. It's so hard it's ridiculous. We both frequently collapse in heaps.

I also started following a half-marathon training programme today. Nice and easy start - two miles. It's three runs a week and two cross/strength sessions. I think that'll be ok. I can always substitute one of the cross sessions for more running if it starts to feel like that's not enough.

10 x mins crosstrainer
2 x mile run
30 mins abs class