I ordered myself some lovely new bits from SportsDirect, and they were due to arrive today. So I waited in all day, before work in the evening, and thought if my parcel doesn't arrive before 3pm, I'm going to have to go for my run so I'm back in time to get ready for work, and just hope they don't deliver it while I'm out.
So I waited and waited and waited. 3pm arrived, but no parcel. So off I went, without my new kit, for my run. I was ridiculously nervous - today was week 5 run 3, the dreaded 20 minutes. I'd been thinking about this all week. Ever since my last run I'd been obsessing about it, planning my route, engineering it to avoid hills and uneven pavements (that's something I've found since starting the program - I've learned to appreciate a beautifully evenly laid pavement!). And now it was time. So off I went.
A number of times, while Laura was telling me how brilliantly I was doing, I weirdly found myself welling up, and thinking yes, Laura, you're right, I'm doing amazing well - all the while a little lump forming in my throat... couldn't tell you why this was something to feel teary about but there you go!
The time flew by (unlike me, who shuffled) and despite the aching legs, the uncontrollable panting, and the stitch I seem to get the minute I leave the house, I made it! 20 minutes! Me!
Beaming from ear to ear I staggered home, feeling great. Got into the house and found the card the deliveryman had left, to say he'd called but I'd not been in. Typical!