My reward for myself for completing week 3 was a proper pair of running shorts. The most rewarding part of that was the look of horror/terror/fear on my wife's face when she contemplated me going out in public in them! The relief which oozed from her pores when I produced a second pair of shorts to wear over them was palpable. I don't think I would put Linford Christie to shame but if anyone wants to stare at a 47 year old bloke at 5:30 in the morning on the streets of a small Suffolk town then that's their look out!
Things like this push me on though the programme is structured so well that I don't believe I really need to worry about a push. The transition from week to week has been almost seamless with this morning's kick off of week 4 not causing me any real problems. The route I take from home is a large figure of eight around my village and into the neighbouring town which measures almost exactly 4k and up to now has been perfectly in time with the programme. I covered a little extra distance today, I guess my pace must be increasing though I'm certainly not thinking about times, so I may have to add a couple of extra areas to the route soon. I'll keep working and learning, maybe I'll get the old stopwatch out after week 9!