I set off on w5r3 feeling very virtuous: healthy dinner last night, no alcohol (not that I drink much but there was a time...), good nights sleep (not that I can take much credit for that), watered up, and with w5r3 lined up on the my I-pod. And then, when I was far enough from home to not want to turn back, I realised that I-tunes had given me week 3 by mistake - I hadn't realised before because I had decided to do a longer warm up - and I'd registered the '3' and assumed I had the right one. So, instead of throwing a strop (hey, I can grow up!) I decided to work with what I had. I did the official 5 minute walk up and then started running, chanting 'slow, slow, slow, sow' in time. The first official run song on shuffle was 'I Hear Your Name (Incognito)' cheesy but it was playing everywhere when I was falling in love with my husband so it seemed like a good omen : Augustus Pablo (fab dub reggae - I forget who was asking about a reggae running list, but he should be on it) and Tom Waites played along - both with a good, slow, running tempo, an introduction to walking relaxation (!) was chucked in for good measure, plus learning to pronounce the letter 's' in Portuguese (I love shuffle). I kept the first half slow although it's not my natural rhythm (believe me, that's not fast but it feels right to me) and sped up a bit in the second half. I stopped to properly check my watch and realised I had another 45 odd seconds to do so I ran back up the steep (by my standards) incline I'd just come down and still had some energy left. I'm marking that as a pass!
As I type this BB King is singing 'There is always one more time'. From meandering through the posts on here it seems that discovering c25k has given people access to second chances in more ways than one. I'm one of those people. On easter Saturday 1993 I was a front seat passenger in a high speed, high impact car crash - luckily on an empty Scottish road because quantities of alcohol were involved and had any one else been harmed I'm not sure I'd be writing this. I was lucky - I was training to be a mental health nurse at the time and on one of my placements met a wonderful, holistic, physio called Mick who taught me to become an expert in my own body. Despite that, 23 years later, I still think of myself as on an upward trajectory and this is the latest part of the journey. Running rocks.