Good morning, fellow C25Kers.
I sit here addressing you as I sit eating grapes and sipping my post-run reward beverage: a glass (well, more of a tin mug, really) of sparkling water. Never has fizzy water tasted quite so good. I've just finished all my cool down stretching and I can hear my Radox bath gurgling away nicely. At least, I hope it is and that it's not overflowing. I best go check shortly.
So then, up early on this fine Bank Holiday Monday to undertake W4R1, which went.... well, I think. I got through it okay but it was rather tough. Not helped, I assume, by not being able to fall asleep as early last night as I'd have preferred, but I don't think I was over-tired. Toward the final bit of the last five minute run I definitely felt tired but pushed on and felt rather proud when it was over; four weeks ago today I was just about getting through sixty seconds of running at a time, so the progress is rather apparent, and encouraging.
About ten seconds before the end of the first three minute run I developed a stitch, which was present throughout most of the run, coming and going arbitrarily. Imagine, if you will, my dearest reader, my surprise (and almost joy!) when the fine Laura informed me that she too developed a stitch around the week four mark of running. She went on to running magnificence and narratory greatness, so I can definitely get through this and improve further. Thank you Laura!
I didn't feel horrific or anything throughout the run, but it was certainly tougher, but of course, I expected it to be. I feel great now, if a little tired.
Happy running and hearty regards to one and all.