I posted on Wednesday about my W6r2 run with the metropolitan runners at Willen Lake, Milton Keynes. It felt great to have joined the running premier league: I described myself as a 'proper' runner in amongst the lycra.
I am now back in leafy, green, rural West Berkshire, and had been apprehensive about today's W6r3 - 25 minutes (gasp!). I used up every delaying tactic that I could - dry the dishes, read a bit of my book, 'it will be cooler this evening', MP3 player needs a charge, it's been only 90 minutes since I had my 'pre-run banana' (too soon to go out), can't find my socks...
Oh wow, when I finally went out, it was 8pm, overcast, cool, there was a gentle breeze and it felt great. My early pace was right, I felt relaxed and I had no niggles, twinges or other irritations. Laura keeps quiet for ages, and I actually enjoyed the music, had a good think about a number of issues and took a completely different route from normal on the spur of the moment. Tonight I ran through some bridleways and green lanes and it was beautiful. Can running be relaxing? That is how I felt. And when Laura said '60 seconds left, you can run a bit faster to go out on a high' I did as I was told... and then ran on for another 5 minutes during the cool-down just because I could (30 minutes!!!).
My different route left me a little way from home, and I then had a 10 minute cool-down walk, meaning that as I came through the front door, Mrs MD had grilled cajun chicken, steamed rice and heaps of fresh green beans ready for me. Heaven.
C25K you are fantastic, this program really does work: Laura confirmed tonight that I am now officially a runner. As I write this, I have no idea at all where that energy tonight came from. As I set out I was apprehensive more than any other run, but I don't actually remember thinking much about running whilst I was doing it. I think I experience the mental state of 'flow': W7 beckons.