Well, the title sort of says it all! I went out to start week 9 tonight feeling oddly positive and confident! Cedric wasn't getting a look in with his negativity - I just knew I could do it, five minutes at a time. He made a couple of half-hearted attempts, but I think mostly he couldn't be bothered to come out with me
All the way round, I was just so sure this was going to be fine - I did get a twinge in my knee for three steps around the middle of the run, so will heed its message and take a few extra days before the next one - but I could hardly believe how good it all felt.
I even braved going down onto the high street so that I'd have to run back up my nemesis (the small incline which has defeated me sometimes in the last) - I had something to prove after W8r3 when the hill got me. I did compromise by not going all the way to the far end of the high street, so there wasn't the long build-up into the short steeper bit, but I ran right up the 'steep' (yeah right!) bit I was getting tired, but had just ten minutes to go...
The last couple of minutes I managed a bit of a burst of speed briefly a couple of times, then Laura told me that was it just as I was about to do a third sprint(!) And hats the time Cedric woke up. He tried saying 'see, I knew you wouldn't be able to do it!' - but I had! 30 mins running, 2.6 miles (4K in new money!)
How chuffed am I???