After making it to W5R2 my other half decided I’m slow and he could do it too. Having worked hard to get this far I said that he ought to try it if he was so sure. Convinced that the dog (my usual and preferred running buddy) and I would leave him in a collapsed heap on the floor, we all set off. Much to my annoyance he managed the 2 8minute runs... in his jeans!
He was very impressed that I’ve done it all the same - but how is this possible?! For the horse riders out there, I guess it’s the difference between being a cob (me) and a thoroughbred (him)! Still, I was proud of myself, as was he... and the dog was panting a bit and she’s very athletic!