And I LIKED it!
I was thinking as I ran about the place of running in my life. Back in the 80s when I was a teenager with an avid interest in teenage boys, a lot of lads used to run up and down the very hilly streets where we lived. They were a hardy lot, out in all weathers and they really ran hard - long strides, moving fast, heels flying up. My neighbour and I made a couple of attempts to go for a run having observed this carefully. It always ended with us bent over double, gasping for breath. We decided running wasn't for us. Over the years I've done various sports but never got on with running, always ended the same. Now I've learnt to run slowly and it is like a eureka experience to see how well this works and trains your body.
At the end of today's run when the trumpets blared (you'll know if you've run w9), I felt so good I picked up my heels and ran fast. It felt so blooming marvellous that I just kept going after Laura said time was up Felt like I could keep running for miles and I felt like I was up there with those 15 yr olds from my distant past. Ran on fast for another 5min and only stopped because I was practically home by then. Why did I do it? Ha! Get this: FOR THE PURE JOY OF RUNNING. Looooooooong way from w1.
I plan to stick around on the forum for a bit because it is such a nice community and I find it so motivating to read other runners' experiences and I really, really want to know how everyone else's running journey works out and see all your graduation posts. So no slacking off you lot! Thanks to everyone who replied to any of my posts. You don't know how much it helps keep us all motivated maybe but take it from me, it definitely does.