Today I completed run 5.1 and I felt fantastic. I glowed so much with pride that I imagined that everyone who walked past me in the street on my 5 minute warm-down walk was looking at me with envy.
I should probably have realised it was more disgust at how sweaty I was on such a cool evening.
Anyway, I tackled more hills today. Though this isn't difficult where I live, I still feel proud. I hope that this whole hill malarkey means that if I ever get a chance to run on the flat, I'll be like Speedy Gonzalez.
I also met a sheep in the city farm as I came near the end of my final five minutes. It climbed up a ramp onto the top of its shed and bleated at me loudly. Wildlife is a great distraction.
BUT... more importantly.
Week 5 Runs 2 and 3 are looming and I'm beginning to feel mildly panicked. I'm trying to run at different times of day (apparently its good for your metabolism) so was thinking of doing 5.2 at about 6:45 on Friday.
Week 5 graduates... I have a question for you.
Am I mental?
Or is this possible?
And can I get through this.
Answers on a postcard, or below.