I had been warned! 20 minutes is a tough run to crack & I was feeling challenged about it even before getting out of bed.
I spent the first 15 minutes of this mornings run mentally writing a post about how there was no shame in not being able to manage it / how it was ok that Butchdingle was now TWO runs ahead of me / that it had been a disaster / that it was the dogs fault I hadn't completed it (Charlie doesn't mind, he gets the blame for a lot of stuff in our house, especially smelly stuff) ... and that I was now sobbing into my snotty hanky, but in true heroine style, I was going to write that tomorrow was another day and I should be proud to have come so far (*sob*, *sniffle*)....
...However, 15 minutes in I did a quick body check:
"Are you still breathing? Yes (pant pant)"
"Do you need a defib? Not yet"
"how are your legs? Best not talk about the legs"
And somehow I managed those last 5 minutes. I'm writing this 12 hours later, so my euphoria has worn off a bit, but I'm well proud of myself.
Any other newbies out there in doubt about week 5, it's a transition week, you go from lots of little runs into a big fat proper one and you'll feel awesome for achieving it :o)