Sometimes I'm not sure if it's better or worse to know what's coming. When I heard this morning that it was going to be a 25 minute run I was terrified. But I set off with a steady pace and a cunning plan. The first bit was a long gentle slope upwards, so I could turn into going downhill and then flat for the last sections.
When Laura suggested picking up the pace for the last minute I think the speed difference would have been invisible to any human eye. But boy was it worth it to realise that I had done a proper run - like people who go running do. Me! It's official because Laura says so.
My legs are tired and stiff but i'm smiling all the way to bed tonight.