I completed my first lap, gathering my band and walk/jogging back into town and through the streets. When I walked I felt like I was cheating, but when I ran I felt like I’d been shot in the stomach. I tried drinking coke to force gas out of me and for a time I thought this was working, but long term it helped not a jot! I saw my family and told them of my strife, they were concerned of course although I only realised to what extent afterwards and wished I hadn’t mentioned it!