It’s been a difficult few weeks down to illness and being crazy busy but I managed to squeeze my runs in which got me to W9R3. The night before, I laid my clothes and various lucky charms so I could just get up, drink some water and be on my way.
The following morning once I was dressed, I found myself procrastinating - I realised I didn’t want to do the run because then, this would all be over. “Calm down Lisa - think about this rationally. This chapter might be almost over, but what about the chapter of maintaining the endurance and stamina, increasing distance and bridging on to 10K.” The pep talk worked wonders. One more trip to the loo and I left.
It was ferociously hot outside. I left my comfort blanket (long sleeve top) indoors and on I went.
Throughout the run, I kept thinking of this incredible journey I have been on. I laugh at how 60 seconds of running seemed like hell on watch in W1. How I was terrified of W6R3 and the dreaded leap of running time. Running seems natural to me now. I feel more social as I smile at people I pass, say hi to fellow runners. I feel more confident in general. I am a bridesmaid at a friends wedding and went to pick my dress up last week. I’ve lost inches everywhere! This might mean alterations will cost a fortune but damn, I look good! Running is my “me time.” It’s my chance to mill through my thoughts, process them and deal with them. No one can take this time away from me.
I got emotional at the last five minute call. I picked up C25K because I needed a personal goal this year, a project if you will. And it has taught me so much about myself. Last sixty seconds - I go for it. I run faster than I’ve ever ran. I was elated. I completed it. I done it! 4.64km in thirty minutes is not too bad I thought. Slightly disappointed I didn’t reach 5K but I will get there.
Thanks for all the support of this wonderful forum. It really helped when at times I didn’t wholly want to go for a run. There are some inspirational people here 😁