6. twenty.

Couch to 5K tricked me in Sunday. It won’t get away with that again.

I was expecting a series of five-minute runs, as had been the case the previous day. The first run felt long, but I didn’t look at the clock; that always feels like cheating to me. But when the nice British lady told me I was halfway done with the workout, I had to check.

It hadn’t been five minutes. It was eight.

I know, I know. Running for eight minutes isn’t a huge deal, but it was a surprise, especially in the sense that I finished it with no trouble. And the second eIght-minute run? I was actually disappointed when the nice British lady told me to stop.

I was really excited, and told my caching staff about what happened right away. And as I was taking, I looked ahead to the next workout.

I beat C25K on Sunday morning, but it may get its revenge on me on Tuesday. That’s when the nice British lady thinks I’m going to run for 20 minutes straight.

Gulp.

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