Woke this morning with all my excuses already lined up waiting for me, (bad weekend, late night, beer, too sunny, no clean gear, etc, etc) but I swatted them away and took off. 20 minutes, TWENTY MINUTES!!
However, surprisingly, the first 5 mins running passed by so quickly I was genuinely surprised when Michael Johnson piped up. The second 5 mins tougher but not awful, and after that it just seemed to actually be possible. That’s the trick I think. Belief.
Anyway, if I can run for 20 mins after a heavy night, and a crap week, in knackered trainers, an old work tee shirt and swimming shorts, then anyone can.