I finally managed to emotionally blackmail Spock into accompanying me to the Abs/Core training class tonight, eleven weeks after she first said she'd come. I know I could go on my own... but I really am so shit at that kind of thing. I needed her to come with me so we could be shit together. The first five minutes were insane; Reni the mad Australian trainer is a pyschopath. But then it calmed down a little. Only 100 situps per minute instead of 500. We were both so rubbish, moaning and giggling. But it was good fun. Except for the balancing exercises... fuck me. I am so feeble.

Krzys ran a half-marathon yesterday. I don't think he did any specific training for it yet he still managed to run it in 1hr 35. I just can't get my head round that. To just be able to go out and do it. That's like a 7.15 min pace. I don't think I could run that fast for even thirty seconds. Tonight I ran 4k at a ten minute mile pace, which is fast for me. I felt sick. I only had three hours sleep last night (what is with this Sunday night sleeplessness thing?) and I hardly drank anything today because the water machine wasn't working. So that may have something to do with it. Maybe. But it's still frustrating. I feel like I've only really made the minimum amount of progress over the last year where the speed thing is concerned. I don't know why it matters to me that much, but I would just like to be able to run a little bit faster. Even just to be able to run steadily, for at least a 5 or 10k distance at around - what - a 9:30 pace would be more than enough for me. But it seems a long, long way off. Never mind, I'll keep on at it. It is frustrating though, especially when Spock, who has only recently started exercising after literally years of not doing a thing, can already run much faster than me. I just look at her and think... bloody hell. It's not fair!

10 x mins crosstrainer
4k run (25 mins?)
10 x mins powerplate
30 x mins core class