Once upon a time there was a runner, and although she was no gazelle, she didn't think she was a goat either.
One misty moisty morning (this morning in fact) she set out to conquer Week 6 Run 3. She knew it would be a tough one, a lot of a huff and puff one, but she didn't expect a Billy Goat Gruff one.
All was going fine as she ran around the little park, passing the dog walker, who smiled his encouragement (or perhaps it was a sly grin at what lay ahead). Then it was onto the woodland trail, clambering over the style with unsuspecting enthusiasm, the magical voice in her ear (thank you Laura) spurring her on. She felt that she could easily complete 25 minutes running without a break. Unwittingly she approached the little bridge over the stream, but, as she started to cross, a troll appeared. Mistaking her for one of the Billy Goats Gruff (hard to imagine as there aren’t many goats that dress in pink and black lycra), he decided to play a trick on her.
"Who's that trip trapping over my bridge?" roared the troll. The runner tried to ignore the troll, but this only angered him. So instead of threatening to eat her (as she wasn’t a goat, and lycra isn’t too tasty), he decided to use his magic to turn her legs to stone.
She tried to run on, but it was hard going, and she so wanted to stop. Far from home (about 2.5km) she knew she could not stay in the woods, she had to keep going, but she didn’t know how.
Once more the magical voice in her ear spoke to her, “You’re half way there,” she whispered, “you can do this.” So slowly but surely the runner continued, keeping her legs of stone moving as fast as she could (which wasn’t very fast at all but it was still running). Very soon she left the troll far behind, and with the voice still enchanting her, she magically managed to complete 25 minutes of running, and (with the warm up and cool down walks) managed to cover 5km.
She was so happy, she returned home to celebrate completing Week 6 Run 3 with a nice cup of tea and a soak in a deep bath.