Well I decided to take the plunge and try a parkrun. I managed to get around with only 2 very small bouts of walking but the odd thing was I couldn't stop smiling! I was literally like a Cheshire Cat. I was loving it! All I kept thinking is "I'm doing it!"
I managed to get round in 44 minutes which I was happy with as my goal was to simply complete it. I'm a bit sad that I came 298 out of 310 runners though, slightly embarrassing. Thing is I "run" like a snail. I was following a couple who were walking for ages and I didn't even close the gap, I was genuinely running as fast as they were walking. It's ever so weird but when I was running I only struggled on some bits so I genuinely think I could go faster if I tried; I felt comfortable for most of the course. So now I have a new and exciting goal of building up my speed not just the length of time I can run.
I did tut at myself at one point as I saw that is been running for 25 mins and thought to myself "so every step you take now is the longest you've ever run for" I thought it would be a nice confidence boost but what happened? My legs stopped and I started walking! It's so psychological but it's as if my body thought "I've never ran this long before...best stop then". I can't go next week as I'm having my haircut but I will return the week after determined to shave off a couple of minutes. Going to finish C25k so I know I can run a whole 30mins then need to focus on pace.
Sorry for the long post, I've got a lot going through my head!