I must admit, I approached the run today with fear and trepidation. After all, running for 16 minutes is something I don't think I have ever done in my life.
Very cold this morning, it had been raining overnight and there was a fresh layer of snow on Schiehallion (A mountain that never fails to impress). The wind was whipping down into the valley and I began to wonder if I had slept through summer and winter was upon us once more.
The five minute walk began. The wind roared into my face. I knew I would be turning out of the wind for the first 3 minute run, so I strode on with determination.
The 3 minutes began and I was off, at a nice steady pace, and with Laura encouraging me on I managed it. 90 seconds of walking. And then..... The first 5 minutes.
Head up, look forward, arms at a 90 degree angle and away. At 2.5 minutes, the road started to climb and I ran the final half uphill. I was so relieved when Laura said, slow down. Time to walk.
I did a nice little Rocky air punch and kept going.
The second 3 minutes seemed a little easier, probably a combination of it not being 5 minutes and by this time I was a going downhill.
The last 5 minutes was with a cold side wind but a determined streak from me.
I did it! How did that happen? 3 weeks ago it was all I could manage to go for a walk.
I never expected that!