As I sit here with a healthy post-run glow (well, I like to fool myself that's what my beetroot red face resembles) and a slight ache in the calves, I am still chuffed that I can run for a whole 25 minutes. Week 7 has actually taken me more than a week, what with Jubilee celebrations and all. But...the end is in sight. Still doing nothing like 5k, but the programme has given me the confidence to believe I will eventually get to that. And that's half that battle, I think.