Have just completed W8R3 - outside at last after being confined to the treadmill for the last few runs.
I decided to go to my normal dog walking moor, but to run round it on the road as the tracks still have snow/ice on. Was managing quite well and feeling more comfortable than I have done for the last few runs, which I've struggled a bit with. This was despite completely mistiming my walking warm up. I meant to time it so that the walking part was up the steep hill at the beginning. Unfortunately, my ridiculous sense of geography/time/space meant I completely misjudged it and ended up getting to the bottom of the hill just in time for Laura to tell me it was time to start running!
I did manage it, albeit at little more than walking pace - so I was pleased with that. Could just have done with it further into the run!
Anyway, half way round the run I got a shock when I started seeing very fit looking "proper runners" everywhere. I'd completely forgotten that a local running club start meeting/racing there throughout April and I got caught up in it all. Got some very strange looks off the runners and marshalls and felt completely intimidated as they all looked so much fitter and faster, whilst I was stumbling along red faced and gasping! Not one of them acknowledged me even when I acknowledged them!
I also managed to confuse a couple of runners who obviously thought I knew the way and they started to follow me, only to realise I wasn't even involved!
I did manage to complete the run so on to the final week. I can't believe I'm nearly there at last! Can't decide if I'm excited or terrified!