Cycled to the park, eyeing up the crowds, said hi to a marshall and was directed to the first time runner's briefing. Stood at the back and soon dropped to last place, which I had expected, then caught up with another female runner, similar age and ability, so ran 5k park run with her. Finished 2 laps and smugly said bye to the marshall on the last corner who shook his head as my buddy laughed and said "oh no - it's THREE laps, not TWO"
GULP -panic, I'd only ever run 2. Somehow I kept going and even managed the obligatory sprint to the finish.
Yes I came in last at 45:36, runner 156, but I proved to myself that I can go the distance, all be it slowly. I've been wandering around in a kind of daze, smiling like an idiot, despite my aching legs.
What does week 8 & 9 have in store, should I continue, or just aim for 3x5 k a week and try to improve on my times?