Well this evening as it was beginning to get dark, nervously I went out to see how I would get on with this most feared of runs, w5r3.
I was super cautious to pace myself from the start. I had only finished my dinner 10 minutes before so i was really unsure if it had settled enough, but my planned route is poorly lit so I needed to get going, but I needn't have worried. Any funny feelings in my tummy were only butterflies. So I kept the slow and steady pace until half way through and I felt I had plenty left in the tank, I kicked it up a gear. It was when I realised that with 7 minutes to go and I was struggling to overtake a jack russell plodding along beside me (!) that I really should step it up a bit and sprinted for the rest of the run. I was in such good flow that when Laura told me to slow to a walk, I carried straight on for another 3 minutes or so, until I realised I was quite near home and really should get on with my warm down walk.
So a real success I think, and I am so proud of myself. A huge barrier overcome! Bring on week 6 and good luck to all of you that are apprehensive about this run - you will amaze yourself!