So last week I thought running for 3 mins felt like a long time. Then week 4 hits you. π―π―π― Time to woman up. I did it.
It was not pretty or fast, in fact I may have beaten some sort of slow running record - but I did it. And although I felt I was enduring all sorts of torture and giving myself a good telling off for getting myself into this overweight and unfit mess in the first place, I actually recovered pretty quickly and had a nice afternoon walk with my other half later. He ran rather quickly and at least 200 meters in front of me - but he also felt absolutely worn out for the rest of the day. And I didn't, ha π. So slow and steady as @Oldfloss keeps saying absolutely is the way to start out (I really am counting on picking up pace at some point)