Horrible weather, my favourite trackie bottoms were still in the wash (who's fault is that?) I hadn't been out running for a week due to v busy half term and I thought I've got to at least try or I'll have to go back to wk 6 if I leave it much longer.
So I set out in the monsoon. Couldn't do my favourite route along by the cornfields as it would be a swamp, my second favourite route on a quiet country road also out of the question due to poor visibility - didn't want to be collected by a tractor. So the path by the main road it was - haven't gone that way since week 2 so no idea how long it might take. 3 mins into the warm up walk my mp3 player died -- out of charge (note to self - don't let the kids play with it). No music! No Laura! Aggggg!! Drawing on reserves of bloodymindedness I didn't know I had, I set the countdown timer on the phone for 25mins and off I went. Got splashed by a git in a BMW - I'm sure he did it on purpose. When I got to my turnaround point I glanced at the timer - 14 mins. Great! only felt like about 10. So got back past where I started running - where's the timer? Surely I couldn't have been faster on the second leg. Only then realised I'd set the count DOWN timer ie I'd only run 11 minutes when I thought I'd done 14! Doh! Still - kept plodding on past the school (ducking down in case anyone saw me and thought I was certifiable for being out in the conditions). Even ran a few minutes beyond the 25 minute mark (only to get home a bit quicker).
As I dripped in the hall the sense of acheivement was immense - better even than the end of week 5! Treated myself to a hot bath instead of my usual quick shower - bliss! It was probably the hardest run since Week1 (apart from when I donated blood and did not factor that in) and I am still amazed that I can run for 25mins without dying - albeit slowly. C25K is fantastic!