Between W4D3 and now, the only runs that happened were from food poisoning and (to a lesser degree) adjusting to new ADD meds. Having depression didn't help my situation, either. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Being in bed for days made my depression creep up and start to smother me.

Next thing I know, a couple of weeks passed. Stupid depression. I felt bad looking at my running shoes and unread C25K app notifications. I'm not sure what happened but yesterday, something deep down snapped. Enough for me to try putting on my running clothes. In that moment, it felt like putting on a super suit. There was no turning back.

I considered repeating a week, but no, my stubborn ass decided to pick up where I left off. First interval went unexpectedly great. Second one landed me in a part of the park were loads of people were barbecuing. The smell of smoke and butane and bug repellent nearly made me throw up and poop my pants – at the same time! – but I pushed through it.

On the third interval, a big bug zoomed towards my face. I couldn't tell you what kind it was, because it got stuck in my eye. And I couldn't get it out. Still, I kept going.

At last, the end of the fourth interval ended at perfect timing for the sunset over the water. Even with side stitches and a scratched cornea (the bug came out later in the middle of the night), I felt incredible.

Not only did I survive, but I also made gains: -0'06"/km. Small, but enormous relative to how I felt even the night before. It feels good to be back. Depression can suck mine!