I did it!
I ran for 20 minutes!
I was dreading it, actually. And last night I was up half a dozen times in the night (thanks DS2), and I’d agreed to do breakfast for the boys this morning to give DH a lie-in as he’s on holiday from work this week. Guess what time they were up? 6am.
I was running uphill and into the wind at the beginning and after the first couple of minutes I just thought I was gonna have to give up and go home.
But I slowed my pace right down, just kept putting one foot in front of the other, and then… at about 8/9 minutes, it kicked in. That tingly feeling I get that creeps down my arms, the one that tells me my body has properly warmed up and I no longer have to stop from sheer startup exhaustion.
Suddenly everything looked brighter, leaves fell from the trees in slow motion, the music was perfectly timed with my steps and I felt strong.
The last few minutes were hard work – and I couldn’t up the pace at the end as much as I have been doing, but all in all it was a success and I am:
a) totally chuffed, because I haven’t run for 20 minutes since before DS2 was born, and,
b) totally knackered now and almost falling asleep on my laptop.
13 days until my 5k.