I did week 3 run 3 this morning at 6.30 a.m. The sun was shining, for a change, and it was fairly chilly. So, it was ideal for running. I’d had a difficult time with the second 3 minute runs this week. When Laura announces that you “only” have a minute left I feel so desperate. It’s been a real struggle to get to the end, but always worth it when I do.
Well today, same story. I heard the fatal words and thought I was on the verge of an asthma attack (I don’t get asthma!) my breathing was appalling and my legs like lead weights. I was going through in my mind how I’d feel in a minute’s time if I failed to keep running. So I carried on and, lo and behold, the moment passed and I suddenly felt so fine that I actually carried on after she said to stop! I went on for another minute. I was so pleased with this minor victory of mind over body. Just thought I’d share this, because it was so unreal. One moment my body is screaming “no!” and the next “give me more!” At least it has made me realize that 5 minutes is doable. Good luck to all of you.