I've noticed a pattern emerging. Rotten runs seem to be followed by good ones!
After a crisis of confidence from w6r2, I thought I'd seen my best and that was it, it was all getting too hard for me now.
Today I attempted week 6 run 3. I wanted to get this week behind me.
Trying to tell myself that there's no shame in repeating the last one if I'm not capable I set off.
I'll give it 10 mins and then walk for 5 if I need to, then 10 more.
I started off badly. Couldn't settle into my pace and couldn't get my breath which led me to panting again.
I tried to distract myself by concentrating on the glorious Autumn colours, mists and dappled sunlight.
Before I knew it, I realised my body had calmed down and found its pace. My breathing though heavy, was regular and I wasn't feeling as chesty as I previously had.
I thought, oh my I may actually do this.
What followed was a relentless rhythm of one foot in front of the other.
There was quite a large portion of the podcast where Laura didn't speak and at one point I was starting to wonder if she'd ditched me just when I really needed her help.
But moments later she was there telling me I had done 20 and had only 5 left.
Then I knew I WOULD finish it.
When at last I could walk again, my lungs were just starting their rattle again but that soon went away. I feel I can recover quicker these days too.
So I had a lovely walk home. I gave a celebratory hands in the air victory pose when Laura told me I am an "official runner".
I knew she was going to but I still enjoyed my little moment of glory.
Now I feel on top of the world. I know I can cope with week 7 and the following weeks are not as big a leap.
I'm nearly there. I'm happy, I'm gonna improve. I'm gonna keep on running!