I've been sleeping really badly these last few nights and at 4 o'clock this morning I found myself thinking, 'If it wasn't so dark, I'd go out for my run now.' That's when I realized this C25K thing has got its hooks in me. I went out at 9.30 with my neighbour and there was frost on the rooftops as we did our brisk 5-minute warm-up walk, which, coincidentally and luckily takes us from our front doors to the entrance to the sports centre, just in time for a downhill first run. A downhill first run is a great way for me to start because it makes me feel that it's not too hard, and I can do it! Not so good on the way back up at the end of the session though! Despite the lack of sleep, I feel quite energized after the run (well, let's call it what it is, a slow jog rather than an actual run!) and looking forward to my next run on Tuesday.
Who'd have thought on 1 October when I started this that it would so quickly become something to enjoy, rather than endured?