It looms like a cloud on the horizon when finishing week 4. 20 minutes of uninterrupted running. Despite all the niggling doubts taunting me, saying it's too far, too wet, a bit under the weather. I made my self do it, and do it I did! Very slowly.
While rounding the grounds of a local church a chap with beer can started running along side me asking how far I was going. 15 minutes in at this point, I was struggling and going tortoise pace, he passed me then waited for me to catch up! I tried to up my pace, I did not feel in any danger but didn't want the hassle I tried to kick on a pace fortunately his stamina failed before mine. He wasn't a threat but it was not what I needed at the time, but did help me take my mind off the leg pain and breathing, so guess I owe him one. When Jo announced 2 minutes to go I knew I was going to make it.
20 minutes running seemed impossible a few months ago!