In my last post I shared with you all that my son had come running with me and I had managed 26 minutes and defeated the head-gremlin.
This morning we ran again and I was aiming for 28 minutes so that I can count it as week 8 run 1.
Off we went; got through the usual initial body complaints; breathing settled, legs felt a bit heavy but that eased off. We turned at 14 minutes and headed back. The two inclines we had run down we then had to run up, so it was slower on the way back but eventually Seb said we had done more than before ie. more than 26.
Then he said the magic words. "Don't you just love running? Don't you just love it when you've run for 30 minutes!"
I swore at him. Then I hugged him. Then I got home and hugged my husband. Now I am grinning like a complete idiot and I don't care.
Two more to go