I have triumphed over the step (what I saw as a jump) up to Week 4.
I was supposed to do it last night, but what with Italy and Spain going to penalties, which was quite selfish of them, it was too late to run around in the dark like a burglar.
Tonight, even with Englands ET, I forced myself out the door. I set myself a slower pace to try and be consistent at and set off. 30 minutes later I was still alive.
Really happy I've done it. Every new week looks daunting to try, but chuffed when its complete and you wonder why you were worrying. Don't get me wrong, it was hard and I sweated buckets at the end, but I have it in my head I am not giving up. No way am I going to stop and walk, or stop and go home, no matter how inviting that couch seems.
Bring on Friday.