Sunday morning : Why am I doing this? How did I ever do this? Man this hurts so much! Forget it.
Monday : Why did I even think about it? How did I do it before? Have I aged so much so quickly?
Tuesday : Paracetamol is pretty good. I could do it again. Tomorrow.
Wednesday : Why did I fuss so much? It's not so bad. Oh no! Forgot my running around permit...
There'll be no photos, though. I have this amazing little computer thing that you strap on your arm, and it tells you when to run and when to walk by rattling. It means I don't have to take my phone with me when I run.