After getting a bit ahead of myself at the end of week seven, runs one and two of week eight have been a good consolidation. Slow and steady wins the (Lee! It’s not a) race.
When Denise said to possibly challenge myself, I did - to go slower. Resulting in a much more enjoyable run overall and me not feeling like Denise’s watch must be on the blink when I was only five minutes in.
Indeed, in a complete contrast of fortunes, I felt able pick up the pace in the final five minutes and finish feeling completely spent rather than starting that way. So simple really but it felt like the sensible behaviour of the kind of regular runner I hope to be someday.
Now to keep a lid on my enthusiasm, keep my head and nail the penultimate week. I’ll miss this when it’s over.