Back in June when I laced up my trainers and staggered blinking apprehensively into the early morning sunshine for the first time on the C25K challenge I thought that this was a crazy fad that wouldn't last. 6 weeks and 18 runs later I found myself grinning like a Cheshire cat when Michael Johnson told me that I'd just run for 20 minutes and there were only 5 left. 5 minutes later I'm punching the air and whooping after running for longer than I'd ever done before. When he told me that I'm now a runner and the app flashed up the same word I felt that it was up there in my personal achievements with my first century at cricket and 180 at darts. Maybe once week nine is complete I might put that ahead of the moments my kiddies popped out, perhaps that's taking things too far!
Anyway, I'm mighty proud of myself and looking forward to pushing on to week 7 on Monday.
Good luck to all of you, if I can do it then you can!