Still feeling a bit apprehensive about Week 3, I set off into the cold early morning and quickly regretted not taking my fleece. It was cold during the warm up walk. First half of the run went fine. One thing I was conscious of was during the 3 minutes was that I started to think about other things. I wasn’t focused on how I was feeling, or how my legs hurt (they didn’t) or when I could stop. I started to think about where I was going, where I might end up when I finished. I reckon this is progress.
The second 90 second run felt a bit meh. A bit of slog, I didn’t feel like I found a rhythm, but the second 3 minutes were great. I had trimmed my route and could see I was soon going to run out of pavement (I wanted to avoid the short, steep street that leads up to my street), so I looped round a block. There was a slight downwards slope at first, so I actually picked up the pace. Being in virgin territory felt weirdly liberating. I was running! And I didn’t want to die! Only for 3 minutes, but it was awesome. I could have carried on. I’ve been buzzing all day.