Woohoo! 25 minutes! I was a bit nervous about today - although I had it in my head that it was 30 minutes of running so when Laura said 25 it was actually a bit of a relief!
I went my usual route and powered through it. My pace was all over the place, although I was glad for the times when I was able to increase it a little. Because I was concentrating so hard on the running, I wasn't thinking about much else except 'Oh God, not THAT song again.' As I was lacing up my trainers this morning, I thought 'If I have to hear that both-feet-on-the-ground song one more time, I'll shoot myself' but there it was again. I watched a film called Weekend (over the... weekend) and there's a scene where the main character's in a club and that song is playing. I nearly spat my drink out.
Aaaanyway, I did it. I was very pleased with myself when I finished even though my vision was all blurry and my lungs felt like they were about to burst. I could barely get the key into my front door when I got home. But still, when I think about it, it really was the last five minutes which were the trickiest. I already ran for 20 minutes last week so it just goes to show how much your stamina improves if you just keep going for that little bit extra.
I've been thinking about entering races, but I think I'll hold off on that until I'm running 30 minutes or more regularly. I'm sure I'll get there!
Roll on week seven...