Run one got off to a bad start, I was dreading it, feeling as though it was a big jump between weeks 3&4, just completed the walk and was 2 minutes into the first run when the dog bagged a pheasant. Had to stop, remove the (very pissed off) pheasant, start again from scratch.
The first two runs really gave me legs of lead, you know when it feels as though you're running through treacle or something really heavy? Then Laura's choice of music for the first 5 minute run wouldn't have been my choice (rap music, really??)
But....it got easier by run 3 (the legs of lead, not the rap music, obvs) and I've been running every other day this week because I found a long dormant spark of competitiveness in me and wanted to catch butchdingle up! Something magical seems to be happening now...I can actually run for 5 minutes at a time and not collapse in a heap looking for a defib.
Happy running everyone x
PS no pheasants were harmed in the making of this post, Charlie-dog "soft-mouthed" it, so it lived to tell the tale. It did look bloody annoyed though.