This was hard, both physically and mentally. I've been fighting a huge, hairy gremlin who has been sitting on my shoulder and muttering in my ear that I peaked with week 5 run 3 and will never manage 30 minutes.
I was going to run yesterday but, despite having enough sleep, I was under par and tired all day and fell asleep in the afternoon. I figured I needed an extra day's rest.
Things I have learned: your state of mind can have an out of all proportion influence on your ability to run, by which I mean any kind of stress can drain your body; a diet of donuts and apple pies is not conducive to physical activity, so I have been taking myself in hand for a couple of days and eating salads, buckwheat pancakes, vegetables etc; compression socks are a wonderful thing, and whoever invented wicking material deserves a medal (thank you ClarkeyCat for birthday gifts); if you wear a hat in anything over zero degrees you will have a sweaty head; running downhill is your reward for slogging up slopes; the first ten minutes are hell, as are the last two; walking up that mega steep hill that was such a struggle when I was recovering from surgery last year is a piece of cake as a warm down walk.
I've deliberately slowed myself down to try to alleviate the out of breath uphill syndrome...I doubt if i will reach 5k for quite a while thanks to the fact that every 30 seconds I'm running uphill.
My VO2 max is slowly improving (hurray!)
I feel bloody marvellous.