Well I am very pleased that I have managed to complete week 8. I found today's run very hard again, but then they all seem to be! I have struggled all week to complete the last few minutes of these 28 minute runs and just have to keep telling myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other, counting off the strides telling myself I can get to 60 and then repeating it until FINALLY Laura tells me to stop. There was a perishing cold wind today - very hard to keep going when it's blowing in your face. Somehow I never seem to notice it behind me pushing me on! Parkrun was a bit chaotic at the back today (which is where I always am) - small children trampling on dogs and a completely bonkers dalmation nibbling at people's heels.
I feel that my running is similar to my grieving for my Mum in many ways - you just have to keep on plodding onwards on your own, one step at a time, even though mostly you really want to give up. And I guess, like the grieving, you do make progress and achieve things that you thought were impossible - getting through another Christmas, running for 28 minutes...
I am sorry to make my running sound so miserable and hope I'm not putting anyone off. I do feel a great sense of personal achievement after every run. I love that my legs feel stronger and I can run up the stairs more easily these days. I feel good that I am doing something positive to improve my lung health specifically and my overall health too. I love being able to run with my daughter and do the parkrun with my son every week. (He got a milestone t-shirt last week for running 10 parkruns which made me jealous; adults have to run 50 before they get one!)
Onto week 9 next week - scary!!