Struggled a bit with this week. Partly with energy levels, pulled a back muscle falling over the cat (his fault), motivation dropped, no real reason why that I can fathom.
But I've got there, the end of another running week. Today's run was the hardest so far but I'm still strangely looking forward to week 8. No matter what, no matter how many runners on the common overtake me (and they really do!), the feeling of pride in my achievement is intoxicating and keeps me going. Actually, just writing that sentence has helped.
Feeling uncertain about 28 mins but I guess if I've made it this far, I can manage an extra 3 minutes. Slowly of course!!!!