I headed into week four today feeling cautiously optimistic, but I must say that I struggled. The 3 minute runs were no problem, but the 5 minute ones were incredibly hard. I also hated it when Laura told me that I was half way through these ("Half way?! But it feels like I have been running for ages!!!").
Nor do I think it helped morale that there was a half-marathon happening on in my city this morning (much to my surprise). Result: I was huffing and puffing along before 100s of smug race finishers with medals who were lounging on the grass having finished their own running. I told myself that they were probably not even noticing me, but I could see several of them blatantly watching. The second 5 min run was so tough, my mind was screaming at me to stop. I did stick with it, nonetheless, perhaps because I did not want to fail with such an audience.
The experience hasn't beaten me yet. Strangely I do sort of look forward to having another stab at it despite the messy start to W4. All that can happen is that the week will end with a fitter, stronger me, even if I may need to repeat a run or two.