Up and out early this morning, although not as early as usual. Any suspicions some folk may be harbouring that it was because of me being scared to go out in the dark again in fear of the devil dog can dismiss them immediately. Yes Greeners, I'm talking to you.
I also reverted to my usual route, out of town instead of in.
Feck off Greeners, it was feck all to do with that evil devil dog that I knew would go for me were I to go through its territory again......
Erm....where was I?
Oh yes, Couch to 5k.
Anyone who's had the patience to read any of my previous blogs will know my run on Thursday, run 1 of Week 7, was absolute torture. It was the run that made me understand what runners mean when they use the expression 'bad run'.
I'm sure I'm not alone in that, during this programme, I've found my own ways to overcome obstacles. Usually it's been looking ahead with fear at what the following Week required and doubting myself, I'd spend the time in a constant internal dialogue, mentally trying to argue myself into a position from thinking it was beyond me, to I should be at least able to give it a go. It wasn't all me, support from this site was hugely important in those arguments and I know they will remain so.
Even so, I set off this morning even more apprehensive than usual. Apprehensive being the soft soap for scared!
I had my usual gear on (I still wear a light windcheater jacket yoke over a couple of long sleeved cotton shirts and a pair of light Celtic jogging bottoms) and as I set foot out the door I noticed a chill in the air, then the wind hit me. I'd felt it was the wind that gave me a problem on the torture run so wasn't pleased but at the same time had prepared myself for it so it didn't faze me, just added slightly to my concern. It's amazing how much you think too much when it comes to this running lark eh?
It transpired that five minutes later I'm on the front and there's nothing to contend with other than a sea breeze. I was pleased....
It was quiet enough, still dark but quickly brightening up as Laura gave me the nod. Within ten minutes I could see the sea, white horses tipping the waves. It must have been rough enough overnight as the beachfront was covered in the stones from the beach. It's described as a pebble beach which is probably ball park in comparison to sand but as I had to run at the extreme end from the beach for fear of doing a Ralston, you'll know I wasn't avoiding pebbles.
Laura said "half way" and I felt okay, not confident or even good, just okay. That fear from my last run remained in mind, I obviously hadn't completely written the negativity away in my last blog.
Then I found my rhythm!
From halfway I felt better, then when Laura said I'd done 20 minutes I knew I'd be able to finish and was delighted it wasn't as difficult as the last one, I'd moved on from it.
And on and on and on. Because that's what I did. I felt so good (relatively) after 20 minutes that I started to think a wee bit mischievously and the divil got into me. I decided to go for 30 minutes.
And I did. Then as I hadn't quite reached my usual exit point from the beachfront I continued running until I did. Only another 30 seconds or so but by feck, that I could do 30 minutes then carry on even for a few seconds made my feckin' day!
What a difference between two runs eh?
My plan now is to run 30 minutes for all of the seven runs I have left. I may not do them all and don't intend be disappointed if I'm unable (as long as I do what Laura requires) but I'm going to give it a lash.
Have to say lads, I'm feckin' delighted with myself!