This was the first time I wasn't sure if I was going to keep my plan to run on a set day. Why? well I woke with a headache, think I had my neck in a funny position when asleep and my nose was all bunged from the cold. Also there was thick fog when I looked out the window. But after taking the pups for a quick wander the fresh air helped my head start to clear and the fog was starting to lift so off I went (after the obligatory Lemsip and cough mixture).
Once again I held Laura off for a couple of minutes when I went out the door so I would be at the top of the hilly bit by the time my warm up was done. Then at her command off I trundled. 5 minutes down, all good. First time I've had to mark time on the spot at the traffic lights while a bus and lorry tried to both get into a tight road, but I was determined not to stop moving. I was thinking the second 5 minutes were taking forever when 'herself' pops up to tell me that 12 1/2 minutes had passed and I was half way through my run! Fantastic that means I'm on the homeward section. As I carried on I realised that I wasn't thinking about my breathing or legs they were automatically doing what they should.
I enjoyed Laura's little final minute challenge of upping the pace and found that I could do that too without too much hassle and without my lungs feeling like they would explode. Then she said the immortal words that I am a runner! really ?! I think I might start to believe her after I've managed 3 big runs in a week so hopefully, if all goes to plan by the end of W7R3 I will start to believe.