So this morning started out much the same as any other morning, with a few exceptions, please keep in mind this is my second run through C25K after 18 months+ of not being able to run.
I can't remember much about what happened before I got on the treadmill but as the run started off I was nervous, was I ready, I knew I weighed more than I did the last time around due to being in a very dark place and comfort eating (mainly chocolate 'car food' when leaving shops, watching TV with Mrs LeeU, etc).
As I plodded on through the run my breathing was under control, heart rate climbing slowly up to Max on my Garmin.
I then started to panic, my feet were all over the place, my breathing all messed up, heart rate climbing; stumbling, tipping, world going black.
It was at this point I woke up, 5:45am, 15 minutes ahead of my usual run day wake up (no alarm clock needed, body wakes me up, usually). I wouldn't say it was a dream, more of a nightmare (I don't subscribe to the new term of night-terrors, sorry). One thing that was still true from the dream, I was heavier this time around by at least a stone!
So, I followed the usual routine, my mind drifting back to the still very vivid wake up call, I was a little worried if I'm honest, I don't normally dream much, if at all so my thoughts going back to this was quite discomforting.
I got ready, shorts on, trainers, HRM and running t-shirt, refilled my water bottle and headed to the treadmill.
I started the podcast and off we went, I remember last time, 16 minutes in and I was struggling, I'd started off too fast thinking I could hold that, I was wrong and it was very hard work.
I started slower than normal, pacing myself for the long haul.
Next thing I know Laura is telling me 5 minutes has gone, super, smashing, great as Jim Bowen would say.
I plodded on, my mind watchful of the dream, my breathing under control and my steadily rising heart rate.
10 minutes gone, 15 minutes gone, breathing steady, heartrate steady.
Two minutes remaining, heart rate steady, breathing steady, grin spreading across my face (again).
And then it was all over, no stumbling, no gasping for air and no tumbling into blackness just a big grin and that all over happy felling, I could quite happily use a phrase from Deadpool but it's a family friendly forum so I won't.
In short, W5R3 and Week 5 DONE, bring on week 6!
Sorry if the above post upset anyone, it is an accurate portrayal of my morning so far.