Boy was it tough. I knew that it was 90% mental, and about three minutes in I was thinking there was no way I was going to make it to the end. I thought positive though, and before I knew it, I was 10 minutes in and feeling pretty good. The next five minutes were uneventful (just how I like them), but the last five were pure torture. When I heard the music fading near the end I thought Laura was going to say one minute left but it was two. I nearly fell over with disappointment. But I pushed and pushed and made it to the end. What a sense of accomplishment! I was grinning the whole way home. I'm taking two days off to recover then straight into week six. My wife is two runs behind me so I'm going to go along with her when she does her 20 minutes for moral support. I could've done with someone behind me pushing me along!