Just completed W3R1 - gremlins were hard at work this morning before I left and I had a headache I couldn't shake. Still I forced myself into my running clothes and headed out the door.
Once I got into it though - and kept the pace slow and steady, it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It's nice when you jog for a bit longer than before (2 mins) and can actually go down a whole street or down one and round a corner.
Being a holiday morning (Waitangi Day in NZ), there were other folk round for a walk or run. I saw another lady jogging slowly on the other side of the road and inwardly applauded her.
On the final run section, I had a slightly uphill run and there was a man running down towards me. We said hello and grinned - and suddenly I felt like part of the running club
And I realized runners are made, not born. Before I started C25K, I just thoght some people were runners; they loved it all of the time and were good at it and I wasn't in that group. But now I know I can become a runner, one slow trot at a time! So there gremlins - eat your heart out.