After the disappointment of knees giving in at the first hurdle, things are looking up – and looking ‘up’ is about all I am able to do today, since ‘standing’ up appears to be out of the question – well, not without a lot of old-lady moaning and groaning. Ouch, but everything hurts now … all in a more or less good way, though. My kettlebell half-hour of two days ago has caught up with me – the swings, the lunges, the squats, shoulder presses, snatches … Ow! Ow! Ow! I did my 10k walk/run yesterday morning – very tentative but went OK. I thought karate might be good for me … to stretch everything out again, ease some of the tension. Well, it certainly stretched everything. Great workout too, as always. I wasn’t too, too bad this morning when I got out of bed – but then I did my 15k. I am so chuffed that I got through those kms. So I had to walk a lot – an awful lot – but my knees aren’t any worse than they were at the beginning so I’m taking that as a real positive. This CAN be done! Perseverance! My key word for this month. However, although my knees aren’t hurting, I can’t say the same for the rest of my legs – glutes, hamstrings, calves, quads …. Oh dear, Oh dear … every time I try and get up from the sofa it seems to get worse! And Glory Be, I’ve got to get myself to kickboxing this evening. Oops … that’s going to either kill me or cure me, right? Either way, this week MUST be a good lead-up to the first 12wbt challenges. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. I have absolutely NO idea what’s coming. I’m happily plodding along, revelling in the notion that ignorance is bliss.