Twenty-five minutes.
No walk breaks.
Not.
even.
one.
Having the stopwatch running actually helps on these last few weeks of interval-less runs, because as long as I resist the temptation to look at it until I pass the halfway mark or so distance-wise I can peek down and go “eh, only 8 minutes left” or “oh good God you dweeb there’s only three minutes left, why would you even bother walking now”and so on.
Soooooooo seeing as how I’m coming into the home stretch of C25K I guess it’s time to start thinking about what comes next. I know I’m going to switch to a 4-day-a-week schedule–right now I’m running Friday-Sunday-Tuesday, and after the unofficial Week 10 that’s going to change to Monday-Wednesday-Friday-Saturday or Sunday. And I think I’m just going to move right on to Gateway to 8K on the weekdays and do whateverthefuck for an hour on the weekend.
At any rate, running a nonstop 5K in October sure does seem a hell of a lot less monumental a task than it did eight weeks ago. Or even two weeks ago. (obligatory pledge page plug tiems nao, ’scuse me)
…how sad is it that I have picked out a medal at work to buy myself when I finish C25K, seriously
……it’s a pretty medal, though?
Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.