My conscience won't let me live without unburdening myself.
I have just run further than I have done for many, many years. I'm on W3R3, and I have been sticking to it as far as possible, but today I thought I would 'go for it', and see what happened.
I fast-walked/ran from the car park alongside the river as it tumbled down from Dartmoor. The sun was trying to peep out between the clouds, but the wind had other ideas and kept hiding it again. The road is 2 miles each way, and I probably did 3 x 1 1/2 to 2 minute runs on a constant uphill slope.
I reached the dam at the end of the road and touched the fence surrounding it; then, girding my loins, I ran, and I ran, and I ran; and I didn't stop until I reached the car park 2 miles later. I wasn't out of breath, and managed to say a cheery 'hello' to the bemused walkers, sheep and ponies that ambled at will across my path. I reached the car, stretched and drove home.
I am now sitting here in need of confession...why? Because the run from the dam to the car park is down hill all-the-way. Yes, I may have done two mile non-stop in week 3, but I feel I have cheated.
Can anyone forgive me; or am I a DAM CHEAT?