Over on the Beyonders FB page, someone is returning to running after a longish break. There are a couple of others restarting, so a Back to the Beginning event was suggested. C25K, Week 1, Run 1. Brilliant idea, I thought, I can get behind that
I went back to where I started C25K. It's not far from me at all, and as I walked there I remembered how embarrassed I was in my huge t-shirt and flappy tracky bottoms, trying to work out where to put my MP3 player (down my bra, with my house key) and not get tangled up in the cable.
There was more tangling in cables this morning because my wireless headphones are no longer speaking to my phone, but I got myself sorted out finally and the dulcet tones of Laura floated into my ears. How lovely to hear her again - and then the music started: It's a Perfect Day. It was!
Except... except... oh hubris, oh pride, oh vanity!
I didn't need to walk the intervals, did I? The running bits were only a minute, after all. I could run the walk sections slowly, and run the running bits faster. Intervals. I can do intervals!
Well, I can, except quite obviously I normally do intervals of 0.01 nanoseconds. A minute? Was there something wrong with my phone? Had it stopped? Were we on a loop? And suddenly I was back six years, waiting desperately for Laura to tell me that my minute was nearly over and that I could walk again. Not only that, but somehow every running interval coincided with a hill. I'll swear that when I did this the first time I found the flat bits. Well where were they today, then?
I did it. I managed. I was as sweaty and as beetroot-coloured today as I was after that first run - and a hell of a lot more indignant. But you learn something with every run, and on this run I learned not to make assumptions. I have been running for a while, but I'm not as fit as I thought I was. But I also learned that I can grit my teeth and stick at it - because I can