For the first time in ages I woke up actually feeling somewhat motivated. So after milling around for a while and drinking a cup of tea with a rich tea, I took off for this run. The biggest problem was it being around 11am on a warm day, so the sun was beating down on me and it was far too hot, add to that I forgot to take my water bottle with me.
Still, I walked for five minutes and tried not to panic when Laura said it was time to start the 8 minute run. 8 minutes non stop?! that's the total time running in week 1 with a break every minute! And yet it was doable. There was a great level of thankfulness when Laura said halfway through that run tied with a dread at another four mintues before a break, but I got there.
Five minutes walking was a good amount of time because about 4 mintues into it my legs had stopped hurting and I felt all right, by the end of it I was ready for another run. Until I started running, the first few steps were horrible, but I got into a rhythm. After running a few mintues I told myelf there were still 7 minutes left, so I didn't think 'it's almost over' but rather 'i can keep going, it's okay,' and then she said 4 minutes left. Then finally a minute.
That last minute seemed to drag on but I kept going, stopping when Laura finally told me to. Then five minutes walking, and I got in only to find the house far too hot. I grabbed my water bottle and went to sit in the shade in the garden, feeling my whole body buzzing, the greatest feeling and biggest reward from a run. In the following 20 minutes I drank 500ml of water and ate a banana and now feel somewhat recovered and am going to take a shower.
*refusing to think about the next run*