I'm struggling with the cold air. My asthmatic lungs really don't like it. My lungs are objecting quite loudly to the cold air (I sound like a creaky barn door). In every other way, I love this weather. Due to the ineptitude of my respiratory system, I have repeated the week four run 5 times rather than three but I just seem to be getting slower!!
I was having a vociferous internal dialogue last night, arguing with myself about whether or not I'm ready to move on to week 5 and 8 minutes. Driving to work this morning I realised that I didn't have to make that decision today as I would be running on my way home and I hadn't downloaded the week 5 podcast. Accidentally on purpose I wonder??
On the last 5 minute run, I realised that there had been a minor landslide and half of the pavement I was 'running' along had fallen into the stream next to it. I took my mind off the fact that I felt like I was dying by entertaining myself with wondering who I would phone if I fell into the stream; my friend who lives nearby or my partner who was a couple of miles away. Maybe even the emergency services if I'd hurt myself badly. Suddenly, Laura was telling me I could walk now. It's amazing how the thought of minor calamities can occupy the mind!