I have to admit - I was terrified of week 5. It just looked so daunting. So scary. So much jogging. But this morning I went out with some trepidation and conquered week 5 run 2. OK I know that in some circles this is no big deal, but for me it's akin to scaling Everest. Eight minutes continuous jogging. TWICE. I genuinely would not have believed I could do it. Just a few weeks ago it was unimaginable. And then there I was this morning, on the homeward section, feeling a bit puffed, when I checked my watch and thought "Only another two minutes," and that was when I realised that I am indeed, on my way to calling myself a runner. Just a few months ago a 60 second jog left me panting on the pavement, wondering how I would make it back home, and here I am thinking that two minutes is "only" two minutes.
On Thursday I shall have a go at the epic twenty minutes required of run 3 but I must admit I am feeling positive and ready to give a go. The only downside today was being overtaken by two lads who strode past me, walking, while I was jogging. Oh dear. Never mind. They were tall and young and I am neither.