Went out earlier than usual, which wasn't great as I had to run past people standing at bus stops and run up and down a pavement waiting for rush hour traffic to clear so I could cross roads!
Like the first run on week 8 I felt that I was toiling through it, and wanted to stop and go home almost constantly. Kept going, kept thinking, I'll just go slowly and get it done.
And hey! It was my fastest run to date! How weird is that?! I felt like a slug wandering over nails, but covered 2.8miles in my 28 minute run!
Aaaaaaah! Week 9 next! Woo hoo!