This morning I very slowly finished week 8. I'm so pleased that I have got this far but really struggled, wanted to stop at 22 minutes but managed to carry on.
I really don't think I will ever find running less than very hard and don't think I will ever get my breathing right. But as soon as I finish my run I'm physically fine and feel on top of the world.
It's quite funny that whilst I'm out there attempting to run, I feel half dead. The minute I'm back in my car, or home , showered and drinking coffee, I think well that was a great run and I can't wait for the next.
Think maybe I'm just very odd!