It started off like any other run. Laura calmly instructed the beginning of the five minute warm up walk. Little did I know that I would soon be trudging along on the run that time forgot.
I got into a rhythm and ran for a good 15 minutes when I heard Laura say that I'd done 5. I glared at the ipod (though what good I thought that would do I have no idea). I checked with the clock on the tedium machine, and the treacherous piece of kit agreed with my chronologically inaccurate mentor. I just had to accept that I had indeed only run for 5 meagre minutes. I ran for another 15 before checking the clock. Nooooo, that can't be right, just 14 minutes in total, and I thought I was nearly done. A few minutes of foot slogging later I checked once more. Still just 14 minutes! How can that be, no time has passed at all? By now I was starting to realise that I had in fact entered some kind of freaky sci-fi time warp and could be on this 28 minute run for the rest of eternity, but the legs were coping and the breathing fine, so I decided to battle on. I started singing a favourite song and would not under any circumstances allow my eyes to flick in the direction of the clock until I'd got through the entire lyric. Never has a song taken so very long to sing, clearly the time distortion was affecting music too (though calling my singing whilst jogging 'music' is a stretch even for sci-fi).
Somehow, at some point, I must have broken free of the time distortion, because finally, around 3 hours after starting my run I heard Laura claim that I'd reached the 28 minute mark. I don't know how I escaped, I'm just thankful that I did. Be careful all you C25K runners out there, you don't want to enter the eternal run zone...