Dear Laura, we have a settled relationship by now.You chime in at the end of a run when it's time to start walking again and I gratefully allow my rubbery legs to slow to even more of a crawl. Or sometimes I speed up since I walk faster than I can run.
But not tonight. Oh no. When I heard your dulcet tones, like Pavlov's dog I responded by starting to walk, only to realise you'd actually said "you're halfway there." WTF Laura? That's not how we roll. You don't pipe up when I'm breathing out my arse just to tell me I'm only halfway there!
And your music gets worse by the week too.
So, Week 3. My legs are killing me right now. This feels like week 1 again, except for the fact that I can now run for 3 times as long as I could on week 1. And when I say I was breathing out my arse tonight, when I think back I was a lot worse after about 15 seconds of W1R1. Who'da thunk it?
I did the 90 second runs and I stopped about 4 seconds short of the first 3 minute run. Although I deserve a pat on the back for making it that far after the crushing disappointment of Laura coldly informing me I was halfway through. I struggled on the second 3 minute run. The insides of my knees were sore, in a "not used to using these muscles" kind of way, rather than an injury type way. And the insides of my thighs felt like jelly.
I stopped for a few seconds every so often during the second 3 min run and then tried to make up for it at the end. Somehow I feel more like I did after the Week 1 runs, where afterwards I was quite pleased with the progress I'd made, even if I didn't quite stick to the planned programme to start with. And I improved with each run on Week 1, whereas Week 2 was just a slog for me and it was just something to get over with rather than something to consider as progress.
If I can make the same type of progress this week as I could on Week 1, then I'll be happy. I just hope my legs have recovered by the time run 2 comes around!