Well after graduating last week I was feeling confident. Laura had told me in Week 6(?) that I was now a 'proper runner' so it must be true. So I've only gone and joined a 'proper' running club, women only, but a proper one nonetheless. I'm hoping that by joining a club my motivation and enthusiasm for running will continue in these bereft, post-Laura days.
I had managed 5km in 33 minutes on the treadmill on Friday so I chose tonight to go out with the ladies beating the pavements for the first time. There was the option of two runs - a 3.1 mile and a 4.2 mile - I, of course, chose the shorter option. The route was mainly on pavements with a middle portion cutting through a park and over a river. Oh yes, it was midges for tea. Not a route for the vegetarian!
And how did I fare in the world of proper running I hear you ask. (Note to self - must seek professional help about voices in head, including the one that keeps going on about Julie.) Well the good thing was I was relieved to see that I wasn't going to be running with a load of Paula Radcliffes. The other women were just like me, people who had discovered a late love for running and enjoyed the sense of achievement that each completed run brings. I ran at my own pace, listening to my running tracklist, not very sociable I know but I'd already explained to the others that I hadn't reached the stage of running and talking at the same time (how do people do that?). Running and breathing is just about my limit at the moment.
And the end result was 5 km completed in 35 minutes. I wasn't first to finish but I wasn't last either and, although it was tough-going in places, I did manage to get round without stopping or slowing. I had dared to visualise this moment after week 2 of C25K, only half believing that it would ever come true. Just goes to show that we should all have faith in our dreams and our ability to achieve our goals.