ADVISORY WARNING: This message contains nothing of any real value, and is largely just the ramblings of a happy woman.
So, I think I've finally started to love this running malarky. And it's largely thanks to you guys (with a little help from Laura, obviously). I'm starting Week 8 tomorrow, and can't wait. I've just sat back and thought about the concept of myself running for 28 minutes straight, and it hit my like a ton of bricks. I cannot believe, that I of all people, am capable of that. Even less so that I'm looking forward to it!
Physically, I feel so much fitter. I feel strong, I feel powerful, and I feel attractive, and god I LOVE that. I'm starting to feel a bit like Wonderwoman. I am invincible. Come at me, world!
Psychologically, however, is where the major benefits are to be found. Running clears my head, gives me time to think, forces me to unpick all the chaos of my brain. My career as an academic-y type means that this is utterly unvaluable to my mental health. When I don't run, I get anxious and stressed; I don't sleep, and I panic. When I run I get my zen, and can almost physically feel myself loosening up and relaxing my mind. Focussing on nothing but my breathing, the rhythm of my movement, and the blood pumping through me. I can't wait to graduate and really be able to indulge myself; runs without headphones or music, and just lose myself in my surroundings.
So thank you. For the support. The encouragement. The kind words when I was successful, and the even kinder ones when things were looking down. This thing has absolutely changed my life, and without all of you lovely people out there, I couldn't have done it.
Happy running, folks. I owe you all a drink.