Well which is it?
Both actually. I dragged my eldest out again today for his week 1 run 2. Oddly enough, there wasn't too much of a complaint, certainly a lot less than the first time.
Which is doubly surprising considering we did TKD again yesterday (2nd session, Yay!) followed by a lovely trip organised by She Who Must Be Obeyed, to London to see The Railway Children, which is being hosted just outside of Kings Cross. The play was fab by the way. I cried through the entire second half. Big wuss.
I still stand by my orginal assessment that the 2nd run of the 2nd set of runs is the hardest. He breezed through run 1 but run 2 was trickier. Then, as happened to me, the remainder seemed a little better.
Still there was a touch of schadenfreude seeing him red faced and more than a little sweaty whilst I was, if not unaffected, still only glowing a little. I shouldn't have been so smug.......
Male off-spring gets to the end and he is in better shape than I was when I first started this programme. I begrudgingly let him know how well he was doing. Bloody young limbs! Grrrrr.
We get back to the top of our road, I passed him the house key and I then started my W3 run.
This for me was the difference. I look back at W1 and look at my posts of how I was feeling and I see the same things in the boy. But here I am running W1 in relative comfort. Not with ease - it is not easy and as I said to the chap to say otherwise would be-little his accomplishment. In some ways I found the interval running quite difficult. It goes to show the effectiveness of the programme that eventually the runs lengthen and the walking times shorten - to the point you don't need them anymore. But there is so much effort in initially making that step outside the door. That can be a bigger achievement than the run.
So here I am, having just run W1R2, contemplating using that as a warm up to go on to my 25 minutes. Am I crackers?? My old self would have had a sit down, cup of tea and probably a biscuit or two to recover from the shock of the suggestion. Maybe a second cup and another biscuit because you don't want to rush these things.
I started off at my usual blistering pace, making Marty McFly's DeLorien look like a child's trike (Ha - as if!).
Now how can this be, I have just done a great long warm up and......THE FIRST 5 MINUTES WERE STILL HARD!
I still got the gremlins with the tired leg syndrome. Once Laura said those magic words, 'That's it, you have done 5 minutes...' I was fine again. Red faced and sweaty but fine.
By the half-way point I was really looking forward to Laura letting me know I'd done twelve and half minutes.
I wiped my brow as sweat dripped down into my eye. Hmmm, smiling about the boy looking like this didn't seem quite so amusing now. That'll teach me.
The final minute arrived and I managed a small, half hearted increase in pace at Laura's suggestion but I was glad it was done. Phew.
But that's it. Week 7 done. Complete. Finito. This is huge for me. I would look ahead at other people's posts for week 7 and know I was not going to get there. Now, a couple of days rest (apart from dragging eldest sprog out for his final run) then week 8. Graduation is tantalisingly close. I can almost taste it. Or is that a biscuit?
W7 R2 - Back in the game!
Dip in the sea and then W7 R2
W7 R2... slowy, snowy! 😂
W7 R3...keeping it going
W7 R2 Happening tomorrow!
