There, that got your attention! If I ever suffer from dehydration it won't be due to sweating, but the vast quantity of mucus my head produces when I run. I now know I can never give up running, or I may drown. I don't hold with spitting (revolting habit) but I had to resort to it on Friday because an insect flew into my gaping mouth as I desperately tried to suck in more air. (What sort of suicidal insect hangs about in drizzle in temperatures of 4°C?) The good news is that I'm a rubbish spitter and succeeded only in getting gob all over my face and down my front. Glamorous.
Anyway, Friday's run was cracking. I didn't want to go, talked myself out of it and back in again several times during the day, I was exhausted from a week of (for me) extreme amounts of exercise, but got out there, did it and it was ok. Better than ok afterwards, as I realised when walking back (I always run in 1 direction and walk back for the extra exercise) that I was grinning all over my chops, feeling exhilarated.
I then had 2 days off running (did 2 long walks, some hula hooping and a sea swim on my days 'off') and finished week 8, my 3rd 28 minute run, yesterday. For the first time on this C25K journey I set Strava going (although I found when I opened Strava that Fitbit has randomly synced some of my activity in the last few weeks, including a car journey to the petrol station and some laundry folding which it auto-recognised as a swim 🤣). It says I only ran for 27 minutes (which ISN'T TRUE!! I timed it) but that it was 3.26km at an average pace of 8.15/km. I know that's not what you'd call record breaking, but I'm chuffed with that and looking forward to tomorrow's week 9 run 1 of 30 minutes with equal amounts of excitement and trepidation.