so I heard her telling me to start running, then 5 minutes gone, then 10 minutes - then nothing afterwards but faint music (anyone else hear "me and drooling" instead of "me and Julie"?). When the wind wasn't totally drowning out the music, the gremlins beside me chattered sociably together telling me how tired I looked, how slowly I was going; reminding me Laura's said nothing about half way yet, struggling.
They cut me some slack with their negative thoughts though. They said it must have been the effects of the scan I had today, and the funny dye they inject into you which makes you suddenly very hot and a bit dizzy. They said I should stop, I should have been told that running today was a bad idea. Then just as I agreed I probably should - maybe just long enough to take off my jacket and tie it around my waist, Laura pipes up "one minute left". What?? Really?? Surely not! Then I realised I had it wrong W8R1 - she didn't tell me to sprint - but she did tell me to "go for it", so I did. Not quite a sprint though, but I left the gremlins behind.
Altogether a much better run that I could possibly have hoped for, especially as this afternoon it looked like I wouldn't get out at all.
Friday. W8R3. Maybe there'll be glorious sunset again.