Out into the frosty morning - cold nipping at my heels, doubts jangling in my head. From now on it's just running with just a few bits of encouragement from Laura.
Suddenly the runs are looming larger in my mind - went to sleep last night trying to imagine striding out with confidence. But as always for the first five minutes my legs were moaning like hell - no matter how much I warm up getting going is tough.
So anxious am I about keeping going that I'm running in virtual slow motion. Really. Like one of those slow moving sloths you see on nature tv.
But I hit the halfway time and slightly upped the pace - eyes focused on a walker ahead I could comfortably catch up. Then a shadow sped up beside and past flew the man in suit.
I clocked his age ( young ) his full office outfit of suit, overcoat and smart shoes - but most of all his speed!
I watched him disappear on the long long clear path ahead, trying suddenly not to feel foolish, slow and so obviously a struggling beginner. He might just have been late for work - but I've got to get through the rest of week 7 with my confidence intact.
How hard can it be ..