Found myself wondering yesterday evening why I hadn't gone for another attempt at this (last ran Weds), but it was too late for comfort. So I spent some time *planning* a route, which I've never done before, and checking the elevations... I didn't want any more unexpected slopes, but thought I might be able to cope with some expected ones.
Sailed down the stairs and straight out the automatic doors (hurrah) to the sound of Tony Blackburn promising some cheery 60s tunes and the lovely Jo telling me how awesome we all are for reaching week 8 (I forget the exact words, but that's the gist by now, isn't it?). Warm up walk - tried speeding that up towards the end too, so that running isn't such a jolt and also I felt more actually warmed by the time I started to jog.
Tackled the first uphill, crossed roads safely, got slight doubts about the linear passage of time when Jo said "10 minutes" - I am pretty sure the next 4 minutes to the halfway mark were incredibly long, but I reached "Ranmore Avenue" safely and then a glorious long slightly downhill stretch - with "Got my mind set on you" new fave running track - "got my mind set on week 9, got my mind set on week 9 ... it's gonna take money" (for running gear...) I did speed up enthusiastically during this song but the dirge (I mean it kindly) of House of the Rising Sun slowed me back down after. Ridiculously I finished the run on "Pretty Woman" ...erm... my swishy ponytail was more like a soppy dishrag, my leggings were threatening to roll far too low for comfort (other people's and mine), my feet in their "sports socks" were basically in puddles of sweat and TMI ALERT mypantswerewedgiedquiteuncomfortably (sorry sorry). Oh and I was wearing men's deodorant. Sweaty woman ... please walk on by!
But despite that I cooled down through the park and did my post-run stretches to "Working my way back to you (with some burning lungs inside)", dedicated to my post-run shower which I worked my way back to quite contentedly!
Onwards and gently upwards! Four more runs to go!