I am so darned proud of myself, I can't believe I could manage 20 minutes continuous running, on my own, with no friend or daughter to shivvy me along when the demons crept in to tell me my calves were tired, or I was getting breathless. I ran for 5 minutes up a lane and back again, twice, so I knew exactly how far I had gone and couldn't give myself false hope that I was further on than I was.
I shooed the gremlin thoughts away, counted the sheep, chatted to the horses as I passed them by the 4 times, admired the beauty of the big daisies I never really noticed before... Anything to keep distracted until Laura told me the second 5 minutes was up, then at that point I knew I could finish it. Who would think 5 weeks could make such a difference? 😬😬😬