As I weaved in and out of all the shoppers in our little town this morning, I suddenly realised - with a huge smile - just how far I've come. I was in public. Running. In daylight. Head held high
For so long I hid in a field in a baggy black fleece, dying a little inside if I was unlucky enough to meet anyone. For a bit longer I ran round a (almost) deserted old military base in an attempt to avoid people, and certainly anyone I knew. I know (from this site) that I'm not the only one who starts out feeling that way.
But today, I realise I no longer give too hoots who sees me. I've not lost any weight. I go no faster. I'm still red of face. What's changed? I don't really know, but for some reason I now BELIEVE I am a runner. I can't say when it happened, what made the difference. But I'm chuffed to bits. I love it!