Days 14 and 15

I don't feel the urgency to write any more, mainly I think because I bore myself by obsessing about my weight when it was all supposed to be about the run.

A few thoughts have come up.  I know now that, bar injury or some unforseen event, I am going to complete the 40 days.  It seemed such a tough challenge at first because in the past I've always allowed myself to indulge in the 'I don't feel like it today' which ultimately results in going less and less, and then not at all.  Now I don't even go there and I just do it regardless of how I feel.

What happens when the 40 days is up, though?  I know I'm not even half way through yet, but it's pretty much the same as running has always been for me; really tough and uncomfortable, but good when it's over.  I certainly don't get a runner's high, but I do feel a certain satisfaction with having visited the outside and gasped in some fresh air.  I never feel like I'm becoming a runner.  I don't even notice the difference that being slightly fitter makes.  I'm not losing weight from it.

So is it really worth it? Where do I go from here?  I suppose I wait for the 40 days to pass, because something might shift.

I haven't weighed myself for 2 days now because I've been distracted by leaks and door fitters.  I am trying to be good, though, so hopefully tomorrow will bring some good news.