Well heres a little test for you.
Ok, see how many groups or songs you can pick out of this related to running?
When I first embarked on couch C25K, I thought I can hardly walk 500 miles, let alone run. So week 1 commenced and I felt ok after it. Then I thought, maybe I was born to run after all and pushed ahead into week 2 feeling confident.
Into week 3 and things looking good and I thought I’ll try a different route, I turned into a place I didn’t know and shouted to a passerby where am I? I was where the streets have no name and hard to make out a landmark, eventual I saw a name place and the dreaded hils appeared, it read solsbury hill, I thought I know this place. Who would have ever thought it, me running up that hill?
Week 4 and I’m a runner at last or so I thought, but then there was hard weeks ahead of me, I’m enjoying this and don’t wanna stop, so on I pushed, I’d made it, I was footloose.
Week 5 and the dreaded run 3 of this week was looking big, I knew I could do it, I believed I could fly, I chose a route I knew well and set off, damn, somebody I knew shouted me, I retorted, don’t stop me now, I’ll catch you later.
Week 5 done and week 6 I thought would be a walk in the park, how wrong could I be, I failed run2, I thought never mind, don’t look back in anger, onwards and upwards and get on with it. Again I changed routes, oh know, hills lots of them, I knew then I was on the road to hell! But eh I did it.
Week 7, no stopping me now and no more stopping, oh dear, can I do this I asked? I went back to a route I knew ell and thought, lets get started here, where’s the Olympic spirit I can run 20 minutes without stopping, with or without you, I ditched Laura, end of, I was on my own now.
Thats it, I thought I heard, it was me suffering delusions from the heat of spring, I was used to the cold air of winter, but spring was in the air, lambs appeared on my route, I could run like the wind.
Week 8, I was starting to get cocky now, full of belief, tears in my eyes, I was nearly there, it was only a matter of days before the plan was complete, I set of on one of the runs and could see in the distance what looked like a Manhatten skyline, but no, it was the dump of the town I live in. I knew then week was done.
Week 9, here we go again, there was now no doubt in my mind, the sky was the limit, I was born free I had a new hobby, it was my fairground. One more day left, I knew then tomorrows just another day and I could do it.