Whilst, in my defence, I don't think I could ever have been described as having a sedentary lifestyle, three months ago I woke up and knew I had to make a change.
Three months ago my symptoms of menopause were threatening to make me pretty miserable.
Three months ago I had my last ever cigarette.
On the 24th of July I set off, with a great deal of trepidation (but with a snazzy new pair of trainers) and did W1R1.
This morning I RAN for 20 minutes, 20 frikking sweet glorious minutes on a muggy, clammy and very drizzly morning.
My husband thinks I'm amazing and, tbh, I'm pretty chuffed with myself too. I know there are lots of people who probably thought I didn't have it in me, I had my doubts too, but I'm pretty close to being able to call myself a runner.
W6, I'm coming to get you!