So let's paint the scene. I'm slightly knackered after woopin the husband at mountain biking yesterday (he tells me he's seen a real improvement, that's momentous coming from him who was born on a bike). The 3 yr old is hiding so I'm havin to catch im to dress & feed him for school. I'm wondering if today's the day. I need a sign or something to make it feel right. But I know there's literally hundreds of us out there managing normal life but secretly plotting to get to week 9, like a whole lot of superheroes earning their capes. So I know I'm not alone in these mental barriers. So after I wipe the breakfast jam from the walls that's us we're out the door & off to school, and I'm off to meet my fate whatever that might be. It's sunny, my ankles fine, I forget my inhaler but I know today I've to tow the line, keep her steady, grind away and keep SLOW to finish the full God awful 25mins. And I did. And there's my lesson in life today- sometimes you have to see the long game and just suck up the advice and stick to the plan. Now I'm off to plan my 3 days mountain biking holiday in Wales this weekend because I'm improving in that as well! Love you Laura, you're getting me through it! Good luck all my fellow super heroes out there.