Well, hits the streets early this morning for my first run of 2018. Actually, I just about crawled out the door, but Small Town Boy - Bronski Beat was flooding through my ears and soon I felt like I was in my own gritty 80s B movie as I warmed up through the quiet, still streets. It’s quite a wonderful time of day, a gorgeous intense blue glow turning to pinky red before the sun comes up, so much better than twilight. Something I have never appreciated (a.k.a. hauled my lazy a*se out of bed for) before becoming a runner.
I was in such a stinkingly foul mood. Very little sleep all night only to fall asleep half an hour before I should be getting up and then feeling like someone had smacked me round the head with a brick. I could quite easily have started a row with the pavement. This is most unlike me, I’d normally apologise to it for being so heavy footed. But actually I felt quite good, this is my run and no one can stop me! Grrrr.
My running pattern has been every other day since about October, which suits me nicely. I was really looking forward to some leisurely running over the festive period (more than anything else in fact) but my left leg has been playing up (I’m thinking it’s the camber of the pavement?! They are all visibly slanted around here). Plus I’ve been increasing my runs on the 10k plan. So I’ve had to take quite a few rest days and put the plan on hold. Grrrr. My Christmas morning and New Year’s Day run both went out the window. Which caused me to pout like a spoilt child, Santa didn’t bring me my run. Double Grrrr.
Anyway, when I finally got over myself and - because we all do it at this time of year - I’ve had the time to think over my running journey so far, in the brief 7 months I’ve been at it. It is most definitely the very best thing that I’ve done for myself, dare I say ever? As far as ‘self-care’ (the new in phrase! *eye roll*) goes, most definitely. I’ve learnt SO much about myself, life, other people and continue to do so every run. It’s been intense, SO blinking emotional, probably because I’ve got over some major self-confidence hurdles that I never really thought I ever could. I’m thinner (still a way to go though, but getting there), firmer, stronger. I’m doing this just for me and loving (if not believing) the results.
And then there’s this place, an unbelievable oasis of encouragement. It is the absolute truth to say that I wouldn’t be out running now if it wasn’t for all of the support, advice & help, laughs and friendship that is so willing given amongst relative strangers. That in itself is a modern day wonder, when you think what social media can be like. Thank you all for everything you’ve done in turning me into a runner! (Ooo, do I sound like I’ve won an Oscar?… I’d just like to thank my cat for tripping me up in the early days when I was running round the garden and to Badedas for THE best foam baths…).
So today, when I went out, my anger soon dissolved into pure joy (now that’s rare on any run!). I took it easy, my leg held out and felt strong. I was back doing this mad thing and it felt …. amazing. I felt confident, I felt like a runner. I felt like I belonged!! The rest has done me good, in more ways than one. So many lessons still to learn, so many more things I hope to achieve. I’m looking forward to getting stuck into my 2018 running. Wishing you all a wonderful running year too xxx