I've been looking forward to this morning for 2 weeks. Whatever happened I was going to complete the 20 minutes (all this was a daydream you understand). In reality I couldn't see how two 8 minutes runs could make me anywhere near capable of running 20 minutes.
The first 3 minutes I couldn't see how I'd even get to the end of 5 minutes but suddenly it was 5 and I felt OK; my legs weren't heavy and my breathing had settled down and I knew I'd definitely get to 10. Once Laura had said 10 minutes I knew for certain that barring accidents, like one of these silly excuses for dogs running under my feet, I would make it.
I wasn't silently begging Laura to tell me I'd finished, I wasn't aware of her dreadful music I was just running cos I knew I could! In fact I was planning what I'd write in my blog and on my Facebook page (my running has been a secret from everyone except our sons and my GP). My run felt truly fantastic.
The down side is that notpheidippides is still not well and spent my run sitting on a park bench with his camera. So when Laura said I'd done the 20 minutes and I wasn't back at said bench I just had to keep running till I reached him which was more than a minute but I just want to record 21 for myself ...I can't stop grinning Bring on the rest of the program I know I'm up for it