Well, after snivelling all week, and feeling sorry for myself, I set the alarm for 7.30am this morning and got out there in the drizzle to tackle the dreaded 20 minute run.
Managed to keep going for the 20 mins, which felt like a massive step up. Some of it was very slow, but it wasn't walking. The mental gremlins where still doubtful and suggesting a little walk would be good, just for a minute, but I ignored it and kept going. Even managed the little, but steep hill I can't avoid on the way back, that one where I usually time it so I'm walking at that point! This is so much about mind over matter, as much as a physical thing, and that part feels just as good to me as knowing that I actually ran for 20 minutes. You know what head? Nothing bad happened despite what you told me. I now believe that I can if I want to. How good is that eh?