Just completed week 5 run 1. I know this is likely to be a tough week and having been kicked off the couch by my other half I set off for the first run at snail's pace. (Grandma snail with zimmer frame).
I'm snailing along, looking around at the local park at dusk and suddenly realise... I'm smiling! Not grimacing for breath or wincing because I'm counting down the seconds until Laura tells me to stop, but actually smiling - even grinning!
Not only that but as I approached run 3 of the session (final 5 min run), I realised that I wasn't totally exhausted and dreading this section, I actually felt that I could probably make it to the end of the 5min without too much strain.
In fact, I got to 4 mins and thought to myself "I'm doing ok here." so I picked up the pace to almost something which might be described by a passer by as a 'jog', not a grandma snail with a zimmer, but an actual jog for a whole minute!
Week 5 session 3, I'm coming for you!
Oh and I definitely noticed a trendy 20 something male checking out my shoes (perhaps it was disdain or ridicule on his face but I'm totally taking it as a complementary double-take!)