I used to have a little motto... "I never run". I wouldn't even run for a bus but would rather wait for the next one to come along.
Today, I completed wk6 run 3. I still cannot believe that I actually ran for 25 minutes. In my mind, I thought I would run for 20 and then when Laura said "You've got 5 minutes to go", I'd give up. But at that point, I suddenly had some extra boost from somewhere and kept going all the way to the end.
I can't say I have got the point where I actually enjoy it yet - it still feels like a cross between torture and an endurance test - but I really enjoy the fact that I have done it. And I can join all the other smug people who say "I went for a run this morning" !!