So after a lot of anxiety over the last run of week 5, the day came and my panic was not helped by the awful heat we are having. I get up early to try and avoid the heat but as the night time low was in the mid 20s, it was a bit futile. So it was hot,and humid as it kept threatening to storm but never did.....and I'm meant to run for 20 mins.....hmmmmm
So I set off and while telling myself I can do it, I'm also telling myself that if I have to stop that is ok, just do my best and there are more days and more chances. After all no one would blame me for giving into heat. First 5 minutes and I'm thinking that I won't even get to the 8 minutes I'd done previously. This was feeling like a disaster.
Then this little sausage dog (dachshund thingy) comes leaping across the grass. We've met before this dog and I and it starts to run along with me. And perhaps it was heat stroke but I decided that if the dog with little legs could enjoy being out and was prepared to cheer me on then I'd grit my teeth and keep on.
And on I went, lapped by other runners and many many people on bikes (idle thoughts of changing exercise type crossed my mind ) but trying to enjoy it. Ignored the blister starting as I knew if I stopped to check it I wouldn't beable to restart.
And then there were two minutes left. I hurt, I had a stitch (and a blister) and sweat was streaming of me. No little dog to cheer me on, just me and the footpath.......this was killing me. But if I stopped I'd have to do it again.......and then there was Laura telling me to slow to a walk
I stopped - first time I've had to but I did and then I just smiled started the warm down walk and didn't stop smiling all the way home.
I have run for 20 minutes straight
Bring it on week 6, you don't scare me! (And if you do I'll avail myself of all the canine support I can get! )