After completing WK7 this morning at 6:40am, I feel as though I have finally made it. I will, from now on, officially call myself a runner. Why? Let me tell you..
This morning, after some very heavy rain last night, I was greeted after my warm up walk by PUDDLES. Great big stonking puddles!! Across my running path. Side in to my running path. They were everywhere!!
I pondered as to whether I should run round or jump over these puddles but in the end, I thought "Oh, for the love of God woman, it's just a puddle so run THROUGH it"!! And through it I ran. Puddle after puddle after puddle. I began to count them as to pas the time but when I reached 34, I decided to stop counting and this got me thinking about my running journey this far.
At the beginning I wanted to run round the whole "Can I run?", "Do I want to run?", "Should I run?" and this is what the puddles this morning reminded me of.
Now all I want to do is run through the puddles and that tells me that I want to run straight and true and not be worried or bothered by the hurdles or obstacles that will undoubtedly be put in my path.
Running is joyful and brings me pleasure and happiness that I thought I would never get from doing something that required more energy than walking up the stairs.
Running has and will continue to be a journey of discovery for me and I will share all the ups and downs with you, hoping to give a little inspiration along the way to fellow runners.
Sending running love to all and let's keep running 🏃🏼🏃🏻♀️🏃🏼🏃🏻♀️🏃🏼🏃🏻♀️