Until now I haven't really thought about how far I'm running - I'm just enjoying running at all, let alone for 28 minutes at a time. But looking at google maps yesterday I was disappointed to realise that when I graduate in a couple of week's time I'll probably only be running about 3K.
I'm thrilled to have got this far, amazed that I am running at all (and keeping up the outdoor swim after each one) but feel a bit of a fraud for not going faster. It wasn't really a surprise - I knew I was slow because all the discussion about the importance of wicking fabric passed me by completely. What sweat? I'm a soft southerner and when I leave the house the difference between my sunny south-facing kitchen and my shady north-facing front door is about 5C, so I'm far more concerned about being warm when I leave the house than getting too hot later. I've been running on cold days in a cosy fleece bought when sailing around the coast of Scotland, and only feeling a bit too hot (and I want to feel hot at the end of the run to encourage me to get into the chilly waters of the Ladies' pond.)
I did have a lovely run yesterday, sticking with Bruce and the recession (see my blog Week 7 Done and Dusted - Ditching Laura) for 28 minutes, followed by a quick dip (8C and falling rapidly) and then a brisk uphill walk, happily kicking through the autumn leaves like a 7-year-old. We all run for different reasons and I think I've found mine, even if I never make it to 5k.