Somehow, I just ran 20 minutes straight about an hour ago. I ache a little, but I finished it.
I really dreaded this run. I was meant to run it a week ago, but ended up missing it as I was moving house and tired myself out so badly that I restarted week 5 on Monday of this week. This whole week left me scared if I am honest; I thought I could handle 3 5-minute runs, but two 8-minute runs? And then running 20 minutes straight seemed like a pipe-dream...
I got past 20 minutes in one go though, so Laura was right about that.
The issue for me is that I was starting to wonder if I really needed Laura any more. In the early weeks, her encouragement was vital, but I am starting to find her a little less than inspiring. I'm running along, getting through the lengthening periods, and then her cheerful voice tells me that I've run for about two-thirds as long as I thought I had. Added to that, she has a tendency to say 'you might be feeling a little tired' when I feel like I want to collapse and die.
Of course, it might not help that I seem to have a cold coming on. I had a bit of a dry throat while I was running in spite of my drinking lots of water, but it's now become a sandpaper feeling. Hope it passes by Monday...