I had the evening off from work and my legs were feeling OK. I headed out for my 5 miles and I was feeling bloody good. Then at around 2.3 miles I started to feel a bit odd. I stopped. I walked. I tried running again and every time I started, that woozy feeling would come back.
It was at this point that I realised that I had gone the whole day, since 6.30 am, on a satsuma and a cheese sandwich. I totally bonked.
Abby had to come and get me. I may have to reassess if I can handle 5 miles a day for the whole month.