Having missed a run for the first time on Monday morning due to a vicious and sustained attack by San Miguel on the previous night, I was up and out this morning instead. It's really strange that missing the run really annoyed me all day, I think I feared that having broken the routine (I run Saturday, Monday and Wednesday) that I'd not get back into it.
Unfounded because as usual, I kept waking during the night and checking the time. I hope some day to be able to relax and wait for the alarm to signal my run.
A pretty quiet one this morning, the only thought I have for my future self to look back on is that it wasn't any easier than the first run of this week, inasmuch as the final minute of the second three minutes was once again as tough. Also I'm trying to take on board Laura's tip about not bouncing up and down too much, a positive sign as I usually ignore everything she says apart from go and stop. Not out of belligerence, just that I'm incapable of thinking about anything else but keeping going. The breathing thing will come later, hopefully.
Oh feck, I've just allowed myself to check out what Week 4 has in store for me.
And I thought Week 3 was a big ask!