I graduated from c25k about a month ago, going very slowly and still finding big bits of every run hard. The first ten minutes especially often made me want to give up the whole idea! It is only a streak of pure stubbornness that has kept me going. Well that and the knowledge that learning to run from my couch had been so hard that if I gave up there was very little chance of my doing it all over again. I've been plugging along, hoping for some sense that running was becoming easier. Went for a run this morning. I wasn't feeling great. I have IBS and this morning my guts took a long time to settle down. But I went out anyway. My knee had been hurting so I started really slowly to make sure it would be OK to run on.
And it was fine. It was more than fine. For the first time ever the first five minutes were OK. I got my breath. I found my stride. And it was easier. I ran. I looked at the bluebells and the river. I didn't run very fast but I ran fluently and easily. When I finished my thirty minutes I could easily have carried on. I loved it. I absolutely loved it. Ever since I started I've loved having run and had a real high when I have finished, but when I was actually running, not so much. But today I thought "this is what it's meant to be like".
Still old, still slow, still a bit overweight. But if I can run and feel the ground flow beneath my feet, anyone can.