As you can see I had a bad run...run?? don't I mean flat footed plod? I guess it's my own fault for going out so confidently after the most enormous high I had on Wednesday after doing the 20 minute run. All day Wednesday and Thursday I was telling myself that having done 20 minutes today's run would be baby stuff. How so wrong was I. I knew within 2 minutes it was going to be hard (you do, don't you?).It was drizzling and there were twigs all over the path from the wind and rain (I run in a park). I kept thinking that I had to finish because of the shame if I wrote in my blog that I'd given up for no real reason. So I got the 5 over and the walk and started on the 8. I seemed to have run forever and then Im sure I hearrd Laura say 1 minute to go. I was so relieved. But the minute passed and the running had to continue. There were no more words from Laura just her awful music (although I have to say it has improved this week.) I began to think I'd missed her saying stop and just kept running thinking I must be running during the walk too. Then after an interminable time she said the 8 was over. It didn't really help because I still had the last five to crawl around. The only positive thing about the whole experience was that I went round 5 circuits of the park and I've never done that before.
Notphaedippides is still not fit enough to run. Unbeknownst to me he walked round behind me for one circuit and had had enough. He's now more than a week behind. I'm a bit selfish though because I want to push on regardless. He is after all a much fitter person and runs properly which I will never do! So I think he'll catch up eventually.