Weird isn't it? A couple of months ago I couldn't run for a minute without stopping and now I can run for 25. You'd think I'd be thrilled - and I am, but I'm also getting anxious about what happens in a couple of weeks time. I'm not too worried about running for 30 mins - Laura has got me this far and, God willing, she'll get me to the end. I run so slowly that I've usually got a bit of energy left at the end of a run (which I need to get into the pond - see Bagels and a Bigger Splash blog). I don't have a competitive bone in my body, I hate the idea of running in a group, or even with a friend and I like the solitary, contemplative nature of running, but as it get's colder and darker I'm worried I'll lose my motivation. I know this is a common fear among runners who are about to graduate. I think I'll try and wean myself off Laura's support in the next couple of weeks by just listening to her once and then using my own music for the other runs. I really like the idea of no music at all, just birdsong and yapping dogs and the distant drone of planes, and using landmarks as distance markers.