I am not an athlete by nature, i like Pilates (exercise whilst lying down) i like watching sport on the telly (whilst lying on the sofa) do you see the theme! The thought of running just fills me with horror but age is creeping up and my aerobic fitness is shocking so action has to be taken. With a holiday in 4 weeks it might also be a good opportunity to lose a pound or two.
So after much procrastination I finally started by c25k journey this afternoon. I really expected that I would bitch and grumble my way through this process, as that's my way of dealing with things I don't really want to be doing but are supposedly good for me. Well suprise, surprise it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be! I'm not saying for one moment it was enjoyable but for now it's doable (pls don't remind me of that when I get to week two and the bitching and moaning kicks in!)