I thought I'd mix it up a bit and do yet another different route - that'll teach me! I set off on the road (well pavement) adjacent to the woolly woods. It's a lovely setting, mature trees lining both sides of the road. I was so busy enjoying my warm up walk that it was only when Laura told me to start runnig that I realised the only way was up (to paraphrase a well known song).
I have spent all of my 9 plus weeks steadfastly avoiding hills. Inclines, slopes I have dealt with but I now realised with dread that what lay ahead was a big stonking hill. I must have shuffled up it for about 7/8 minutes when I remembered that I wanted to live so I turned around and headed back. It was downhill now which gave me time to catch my breath. I was relieved when Laura told me I had 1 minute to go and absolutely elated when I finished!
My thanks go to the mentors, graduates, other runners and my week 9 pals. I won't mention people by name (too many) who have especially helped to motivate me when I needed it; made me laugh, and most of all helped me believe I could do it. Hidden all these wine bottles seem to be empty .........