So this morning I had no choice but beg Laura for forgiveness as my phone was dead and therefore no runkeeper to keep track of my time, so I told the boys to all go home, it's girlie time.
Search for my podcasts and erm week 7 is totally missing, ok fear not use week 6 run 3 and that one was gone as well. Laura where have you hidden them from me? I know I said the music was rubbish but I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I neeeed you Laura.
Ok so week 8 was there, that's only a couple more minutes right and she is bound to give a warning near the end so I can just gauge my 25 minutes. Ok it's a plan. Ferd we are off.
"Ferd it's chilly I am trying to do a warm up walk do you have to stop and sniff every lamp post and pee on every gate post?"
Oh ok apparently you do, fine.
As I was having to guess my time a bit I decided to stick to the route for w7r2 and headed off down pass the man eating horses paddocks, thankfully it being early they were all safely locked away and onto the Erewash Valley Trial we go. Oh look it's the hounds of the baskervilles again, oh and they aren't labs they look like Rottweilers.
Oh ok the music isn't too bad so far. 5 minutes Laura tells me, I expect she thought I would crumble, but no I was prepared for her today, see Laura I'm fine ner ner na ner ner.
Keep on plodding.
You know I swear Ferdinand has been replaced by a pod person, or should that be pod dog. Again he was exceptionally well behaved.
Over the bridge and onto the towpath.
Wooh what was that? as a dark shadow streaks past, is it Cerberus? Does Hades enjoy a morning stroll along the Erewash Canal, with the delightful smell that's wafting over from the sewage plant? Oh no it's a young GSD erm where is is owner? I hope it's friendly! All was ok. Owner came into view and off Ferd and I went continuing our run.
Almost stop it's 'that' song I've heard about. Oh dear gods it's catchy isn't it, I fear with repeated listens it may meld itself into my brain.
Oh I still have enough breath to giggle.
Bliss early morning means no fishermen and no angry ankle biters.
14 minutes down.
Get to the lock and Ferd is really getting that he can't just streak across the road (tiny country lane hardly used but you never know, safety comes first).
With a backwards longing glance from Ferd we head on up the road, poor Ferd I think he was hoping to do some more swimming.
On we plod.
Oh look another red faced huff and puff runner being towed out by their dog, yay I'm not alone (I have seen no other runners enjoying the madness that comes with adding a dog in the mix). These dog really do like to look after their humans.
You have 5 more minutes to. Er ok Laura, er Laura wait does that mean I've done 25 minutes, oh no think it's basic maths, 28 minus 5. Erm oh god no, not enough oxygen in my brain for maths. Erm well if I make it up that hill I recon that's about 25 minutes it's around where I stopped the other day.
I can make it, I can make it, I can...... No can't who put this stupid slope here, why is it doing up instead of down, why didn't i do this loop but the other way. Oooh oh brain genius that way it would only be down slopes. Brian remember that for next time. Oh look we've made it.
Well I recon that's 25 minutes. Walk for a bit. Sneak in another bonus minute or so just to be sure.
And cool down walk.
No Ferd you can't go and see the horses, yes I know Daddy lets you but Daddy stupidly doesn't realise they eat people.
And the victory walk home. Ouch, oh that's not good, that's not good at all. Seems I did sprain my ankle when I rolled it the other day, there was only a little twinge running on it other than that felt fine until the victory walk became more of a limp and I swear the distance to my door increased. So I'm now in bed with my ankle elevated on a pillow wedge and being iced with one of my many ice packs.
I made it through week 7, I feel ready for week 8, but am I ready to listen to 'that' song another three times or will I have to deviate away from the podcast again to get through.
and then via the powers of wireless communication husband brought me a fresh ice pack, he so well trained, though not as well trained as the dog 
