I never thought this day would come; I am attempting to run.
The decision just kind of crept up on me. Like I was gingerly leading myself towards trying it out, while I remained fixed in my view of myself as an uncoordinated, unsporty type who exercises out of necessity only and not a deep love.
But then as I witnessed my friend Kate smashing her own exercise goals (have you checked out Return of the Mackie, yet?) I thought it was time to set some new goals of my own. As we discussed our mutual lack of running skills, the conversation morphed into doing the C25K program. And out of my brain chatter of excuses, leapt one prominent thought, ‘Why not?’. And at that moment I resolved to give it a go and see where it took me.
I have now completed my first two runs of week 1.
The first night I struggled big time, and fell short of the eight intervals of 60 seconds of running. But last night, I went for it again and completed the full 20 minutes broken up into 60 seconds running, 90 seconds walking. Yes, I still struggled, but I felt like I struggled a little bit less. So tomorrow, I’ll get in there and do it again.
I am still shit scared of what lies ahead and my mind really doesn’t believe that I’ll be able to run 30 minutes straight in nine weeks time. I am hoping by just doing it that my mind will catch up somewhere along the line.
At the moment, the mind is still protesting, repeating those long-held beliefs about myself over and over. But for the first time, I’m starting to question them. Maybe it’s these thoughts alone that have been holding me back? Maybe I’ve been running longer than I thought?
Any runners or wannabes out there? Words of advice or encouragement appreciated!
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