Really could not have felt *less* like getting out there this morning (the alarm went off and I thought “why have I set an alarm on a Sunday?” only for the horrible realisation to dawn that today is Monday...), but dragged myself out of bed and into running gear and trainers to finish off week 7. At first I was struggling and could have kicked Sarah when she chirpily told me I should have found a steady rhythm by now... and then suddenly the running magic happened. Everything clicked into place, and I stopped thinking about anything other than my breathing.
Tried out another new route this morning, this time down to the local cemetery, as a reminder that I’m doing this to avoid ending up there for as long as possible. A few inclines, but nothing like run 2’s beastly gradient.
Week 7 in the bag! So proud of myself. Bring on week 8!