After yesterday's rainlashing the sun rose on yet another perfect winter's day in South London, so no excuses.
It might be an illusion but as I walked to the park I felt a distinct difference in what I can only describe as my lower anatomy. Maybe the magic elves that come with the programme had installed the upgrades after all.
Week 5 looks a bit odd on paper: 3+5=8, for sure, but 8+8=20? But trusting in Michael Johnson, or God as I now think of him, I set off.
The hardest part is probably the bit in the middle that used to be the recovery walk back in the good old days of R2. After that it's just an eight minute run then a five minute run then a three minute run and then it's done.