After almost coming a cropper at the end of week 7, I was determined not to foul up Week 8. Took a couple of days break before starting and then completed within 5 days (Wed, Fri and Sunday). Just to really push myself, chucked a long dog walk into the equation on Sunday morning before my early evening run. Legs let me know about it last night, but that's another week banked.
And so on to Graduation week. Gentle 30 mins tomorrow I think, before building up to graduation on Saturday via the penultimate trot on Thursday night. Have also gone sober for October so feeling very chipper at the moment.
So far, so dull and worthy. I then think back to nine weeks ago before I'd eve n contemplated doing this. Could I run for a minute without stopping? Not a prayer. Could I run up the three flights of steep stairs to my office (no lifts here in regency Cheltenham you know)-could I hell. Could I bend over and tie my shoe laces without having to take a breather due to the pressure on my chest? Nope.
I can do all those things. And do proper walks on my rest days. And stop drinking and not actually miss it. My legs are a shape and a tone I can barely ever remember. My friends say I look so much better. I don't snack, I don't look for an excuse not to get on my feet and very soon I'm going to run 5k without stopping. Hell-if it wasn't for my determination to adhere to the plan, I'd go and do that tomorrow.
I almost come over evangelical when I sing the praises of this plan. It's probably a life saver. It's definitely a life changer. Ok-so my legs are a bit stiff the day after but that soon passes, and sod it-I've earnt and revel in that bit of discomfort.
From a former couch potato.