I've never been a runner. All that puffing and panting, sweat and effort. Shin splints, knee injuries, chafing. What could possibly be the attraction?
Last year I started a new job and one of our sponsorships was a breast cancer fundraiser run so I thought it would be cool to be able to run it.
I had visions of surprising colleagues and friends, 'I never knew you could run!'. 'Yeah, just knocked out an easy 6kms' I would say.
I wasn't sure how to get started and I didn't want to ask my runner friends.
At the time one friend was posting Facebook posts of her regular 10km runs.
A former colleague was posting Facebook posts of her regular 20km trail runs.
I had a long way to go. Baby runner. Just born. Red, wrinkly and crying.
God love the NHS. They have a free Couch to 5k app with the lovely Laura. I got started by driving to a housing estate with little roads where I didn't know anyone who lived there.
I remember those first few times I could manage to run from one end of the little cul-de-sacs to the other.
It took me four months of running three times a week to run 5kms. I was so proud of my achievement.
Running is amazing. I feel fantastic afterwards. There’s a reason they call it the runner’s high.
The first 15 minutes is the hardest, then my body seems to accept I'm running and I get a second wind. If my legs are feeling strong, my breath allows the run to be relatively easy.
I’ve been running more since I stopped drinking. My breath is coming more easily and I’m picking up the pace.
Last week I watched the movie Brittany Runs a Marathon. She quit drinking and partying, started training and ran the New York Marathon.
If she can do it...
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