Where then from here?

The previous update was a bit of a cliffhanger. So what happened next in the saga of the couch to 5km?

There was quite a lot of debate of what an appropriate reward would be.

The initial suggestion (not mine) of an Oreo milkshake after every run was quickly rejected (by me – in case there was any doubt). It did clarify that I meant a non-food related reward.

Beating her brother was not sufficiently motivating.

So we settled on a trip to the cinema to see Trolls World Tour after the tenth run.

Runs 5 – 10 were actually rather pleasant. Not a lot of whinging, although I swear there was some definite feet dragging. Any slower and we would have been moving backwards due to the earth’s rotational force.

That did result in some encouragement that had innocent bystanders in the park looking around for my dog.

And I am still scarred by the deep philosophical conversation we had about social injustice, while she was holding a toy gun, and playing the birdie dance (yes, there were innocent bystanders then too).

But we did get there – to the end of ten runs that is, not the 5k. And we both earned the trip to the cinema.

My Spotify predictions are still recovering from the experience…