Having conquered the urge to let Laura warble at time and a half just to get the whole ghastly process over and done with, I am now mid week 6 on proper time and delighted to be there.
I have run through mists (keeping an eye out for any Killer Clowns although I don't think rural Somerset attracts them- fog smears the make-up), rain, school buses full of gurning school kids (my own cringing with embarrassment among them) and the derisive laughter of the gremlins.
Yesterday I had an annual diabetic check up. No matter how much I pretend my Type 2 is down to familial tendencies I have to admit to being too fat and too lazy and I dread these appointments as they are stark in making me accept how unfit I am.
They also remind me that my Mum died at my age (48) of a heart attack and if I don't do something to keep my heart healthy I am merely beckoning similar problems my way.
Well, yesterday I learned I am at my lightest, lowest cholesterol, lowest blood sugar, best blood pressure for SIX years!!
I know I can't put this all at the door of Couch to 5K but it has a hell of a lot to do with it. I am also happier. Although the Nurse was so pleased with me she suggested sprinting intervals next- ha! Good luck with that advice.
This morning I ran as the sun rose over the Somerset Levels and was just so relieved I stuck with it so far. That I managed to push those thoughts of how I must look, that I would reach my 5 K but would still be a torpid slug, that I was just wasting my time as I'd always be a blob, away for just long enough to get the runs in.
Now I appreciate where I live and how I live much more and I am convinced I'll graduate. My Mum would be delighted!
If I can do this at 48 with at least 2 stone to lose and a vat of self-doubt then everyone can get here. Never give up!
The gremlins are the only clowns.