I'm so happy (again) <this is my face right now
I did W6R3 this afternoon - I was going to do it yesterday but my cold was playing up a bit, my back was sore and my knee was feeling decidedly dodgy so I decided to give it a rest (oh how I sulked.... when did I start sulking about not half killing myself???)
Today I got out of bed, tried the knee - ok, back was fine, cold ok, nothing to worry about, so it was all go - then I remembered its 25 mins today.... eek!! I couldn't run this morning - had a conference webcam meeting thingy to do, so it had to wait til after lunch (ramp up the fear a bit)
Now I've been pondering all week (I kid you not) my pace for the 25 mins - and decided to start off a bit slower, then build up, so I did the first 10 mins at 9kph - I was singing along with the music - oh I've got both feet on the ground.... - so at 10 mins when I realised I shouldn't be singing and should maybe be sweating a bit I pushed it up to 9.5kph - that did the trick I decided that for the last 5mins I'd push up to 10kph so that's what I did, then I realised with about 90 seconds to go that I was 0.2kph off of managing to run for 4k so I wasn't having that - I pumped up to 11kph and flew, gazelle like for the last minute with it clicking over to 4k solid running just as Laura said I could slow down now. By the time Laura told me to stop I'd just clicked 5k in just under 35 mins - woop woop!!!
Where was my congratulations - I've heard so much about the much lauded congrats from Laura with those magic words.. nothing... I felt quite hurt, then she said it and my face broke into a huge beam - I love Laura...
On to Wk 7 now - more of the same, pick up the pace and try and build my stamina so I can go for longer at 10kph