Just completed week 6, run 3 and i put the grrrrr in grit!!! When Laura told me i was 5 mins in and should be nice and steady, i was like err no! My breathing was all panicky and i couldn't seem to get into a rhythm. Then at halfway i had the mother of all stitches. When Laura eventually said i could slow down my legs practically buckled under me.
Every minute of this run i had to will myself to carry on, but immediately after i felt totally brilliant. On the one hand it was my worst run because it felt so tough, but on the other hand it was my best run because i felt so damn good after. Feel like i've had some kind of running epiphany - dig deep when it's tough because oh blimey the reward will be good