That's sort of what I was singing on the way round this evening or would have been if I wasn't so busy breathing. The first time I've been out on my own since about W3, I think. A combination of work, school, work and football conspired to have me running on my own, well, me and Laura, but she wasn't her usual chatty self. But I got out there and while it was still light so I didn't have to dare the dreaded treadmill.
I fared slightly better than Sunday's W6R3 run; the thighs were not so leaden down the home straight and I was at Sunday's stop point when Laura told me there was a minute to go and then there was even something left in the tank to speed up and increase my stride for the last minute! So overall I was pretty impressed with myself (especially as I went into the run thinking there's no one watching, no one with me, no one will know if I bottle out and just go home).
Waiting for R2 now.....