8 minutes. Count them - 1,2,3,4 Half way, 5, 6, 7, 60 seconds to go, 8!!! And not once but twice!
I know the next one is the big one, but part of me doesn't mind whether I manage it or not, because I did this one and never in a million years thought I could.
I don't think I have ever done this in my entire life. In school despite being stick thin I struggled to do once round the hockey pitch and would be walking in behind everyone else with the girl who would now be classed as morbidly obese. I gave up sport as soon as I could, it just wasn't for me, I couldn't do it, my hand-eye co-ordination was non existent as well has having the lung capacity and stamina of an asthmatic tortoise. (With hindsight I can see that I was actually suffering low level asthma even back then, but just thought it was me being unfit and rubbish at sport. I finally got diagnosed and treated when I was 29 years old).
I run the route that my husband and I walk most evenings when he's watching his weight. So this morning when I told him the sections of it that I'd run today he said 'what without a break?' and couldn't believe it. I don't think he thought I'd stick with the running this long, I'm not known for my perseverance and tend to give up at the first sniff of difficulty. But here I am, still going.
So onwards and upwards and just trusting the programme, trying not to worry about whether I can do it. Just putting one foot in front of another. What's so difficult about that? Ha!