I chose a route across the beach today and ended up running the first bit of the 5 minutes on soft sand (don't- you'll break something!), up a flight of stairs, and then up a hill. I've never felt so bad during a run before- my calves were burning, I couldn't catch my breath, and I could feel a panic attack coming on (I suffer from anxiety disorder and OCD). I was all ready to stop and write off the whole run as a bad job when Laura told me I was half-way through. God only knows how I got through the next 2-and-a-half minutes but I did. The rest of the run- no more soft sand, no steps, no big hills- was much much better, but this has been my first moment during the program where I've really thought that I *can't* do what I've been asked to do. I get easily discouraged and I think if I fluffed a run I'd find excuses never to run again- an OCD thing maybe-and it was a scary few moments thinking I'd have to quit, which I would have had Laura not chipped in at the moment she did. Phew!