I've got a day off work today, just finished a run of shifts when it's difficult to schedule my Couch Run, so I decided to get up early and get this final run of Week 8 done and dusted. However............on saddling up Scamp to come with me I noticed he was strangely reluctant to go outside, and when I opened the back door I could see why. It's cold wet and windy, the clouds rolling in from the west look swollen and dark, it's not a nice morning at all.
But needs must, so I clicked on the 'Go' icon and into my brisk warm up walk.
I found this run quite tough today, though when I got to the ten minute mark I noticed I was a hundred metres or so farther on than I was last time. Then on the point where I used to turn round for the 25 minute runs I arrived there a bit quicker than 12 and a half minutes. I looked at Scamp and remarked 'We're going well today, Sir Scampalot, back for tea and biccies before you know it'. But he was more interested in rolling around in some mucky mess in the ditch, so he paid not a jot of attention.
Got to 14 minutes, time to turn round, and I'm a good bit further up the track than I was on Run 1 for this week. I must be improving!
On getting back to the start point, I was feeling good, and glad to get Week 8 finished, I'll take the day off tomorrow and start Week 9 on Monday. I never believed I'd get this far, and now the end is in sight. Hallelujah!