After being *yay* close to feeling I'd hit a wall and having an atrocious run 1 and pratting out after 3/4 of the run on run 2 I set out today having decided to just go straight to run 3, and no matter what not stop until Laura told me to!
I am not afraid to say that I had some victory tears (so dramatic!) when Laura told me I was "a runner" and then inspected my sweat patches with pride...so glad the worst week I've had yet is over.
I would never ever have thought I'd be able to run 25 mins in a month of Sundays, and I can promise you if I can do it, anyone can. I may only be 33 but I swear, I should've done this year ago.
Anyway, starting to feel I should've started this post "Dear Diary"....