Second attempt at W6D3 arrived and though my enthusiasm-o-meter was in negative numbers after monday's experience of running head first into the Runner's Wall, I still got up, put my kit and running lights on, let Mam take our before photo and we set off, me with some trepidation.
The walk finished and the running started and I'd only just put one foot in front of the other when Mam grabbed the back of my jacket to pull me back and slow me down, reminding me it's not a sprint, it's a marathon and why was I running as if I expected a gold medal for the fastest time? She told me to keep pace with her and I immediately grumbled that it wasn't much faster than walking. "who cares?" she answered "No one's taking notes. You're running"
She had to pull me back several more times, because I didn't realise I was speeding up, then tell me to keep going as we only had 5 minutes left (she'd also put up with me flipping off my phone and threatening to throw Sarah in the bin - though there were those 7 glorious minutes where no-one interrupted my music and I could properly focus on Right Said Fred telling me how I was just too sexy)
Sweating though feeling just barely faster than a snail on a skateboard and absolutely certain there were probably tortoises going quicker than I was, I finished this thought-up-by-sadists run.
It's done but Mam and I have decided to do this day again, just to make sure we can do it before we move on to running for 28 minutes