Two days rest, three days as a GRADUATE (just thought I'd mention that) and it's time to get out there without Laura holding my hand.
I MISS HER!
I was probably too tired. It was probably too hot. I ... actually, I can't think of any other excuses.
I did it - I ran. A walk to "warm up" - it's 20 degrees already! - then after almost five minutes, I set off ...
After three minutes I was ready to give up. I checked my watch and discovered I had been running for 52 seconds! 52 flaming' seconds flying solo and I'm ready to jack it in! But - I carried on. Half way up the hill is the road I could use to take a short cut and I was SO tempted, but carried on. Wanted to stop and sit outside the cafe and wait for it to open. But three hours sitting on a bench would be a bit dull, so I carried on. Very much wanted to stop when three quarters of the way through but got by on the "just to that blade of grass/that tree/that lamp post" method.
A 20 minute run. Exactly 3k distance. One fed up, hot and in need of hydration runner. It was absolutely horrible; it felt really messy; I did not enjoy a single second of it. But I did it - my first post C25K solo run.
I missed Laura telling me I was a proper little trooper.
And as soon as my lady gets out of bed and does her exercises, I'm back off to that cafe!
Have a happy Sunday!