So I've just completed week 3. so glad those 3 minutes began to feel less like the apocalypse. Feeling really great and i'm so excited to be out running a whole 3 times a week. It's been keeping me sane what with a vast volume of work on at the moment. That combined with a die-hard assertion that running really wasn't for me ("i'm not built for it you see" familiar?) means that every run feels like a huge accomplishment.
The only problem is... I do all my running in south London. AKA, full of super fit young corporate types who spend their lunch break and evenings training for the marathon. The latter of which will soon be upon us and seems to have shaken all the strongest, bounciest, serious looking runners out of the woodwork and onto Clapham Common.
The other thing is they all seem to miraculously reappear as soon as Laura tells me to start walking!
The woman with the new shiny white trainers is just pretending...
I'll show 'em....just give me 6 more weeks