So, I reached the first run of week 8, and I just did not want to run.. like, at all.. I'd got through week 7 fine, and was enjoying it, but then towards the end of the week, I had a rather traumatic experience (unrelated to running, so I won't go into details here), which triggered my anxiety quite a lot, and combined with some other health issues, I was left feeling exhausted all the time, and nervous about running.
So, when my alarm went at 6am for my first run of week 8, all I wanted to do was roll over and go back to sleep... but I dragged myself out of bed and forced myself to go running.. it was horrid. Every single fibre of my very being screamed protest at every step. I wanted to stop. I wanted to give up. But I didn't. I completed the run, and I tried to be proud of myself for that.
For run 2, I still didn't want to run. I was still tired, but I forced myself on, and told myself that if I could get through run 1, I could certainly do run 2.. and it was still hard... but I did it.
And then today, the final run of week 8...again, I had to force myself out of bed and head outdoors.. and boy, it was cold this morning! As it had been on the previous two runs, it was hard work. The first 5 minutes were dreadful. The next 5 minutes were awful...and the following 10 minutes or so after that were also pretty unpleasant...but I got to the last 5 minutes, and I could feel that I'd got into a comfortable rhythm.. my calves weren't burning, and I was controlling my breathing... and when Laura told me to slow down and return to brisk walking... I felt so good, I just kept running, just for a further two minutes...I managed to run for a whole 30 minutes, non-stop, for the first time ever! It's given me new confidence to move on to my final week. Graduation is within sight!!
So, I guess the moral of today's story is: just keep going, even when it sucks. Don't let the gremlins beat you!
Next up, Week 9... Bring. It. On.