Okay so I’m now no longer nervous and I’m on a euphoric high!
I was so scared. I spent the morning procrastinating and hoping that something would happen that meant I had to postpone. No, 11am came and my eager husband said it was now or never.
After what felt like 3 hours of wrestling with my sports bra I was ready.
20 minutes. Even hearing those words feels like it’s going to be never ending! The 5 minute warm up typically passes in the blink of an eye and then it’s time to do it.
Michael tells your progress every 5 minutes which I found helped (these 5 minutes are longer than the warm up 5 minutes obviously). I shouted “Yes” loudly at the halfway bell as the realisation that this was the longest that I had run in one go. This then spurred me on to get to the next 5 minutes.
The last 5 minutes hurt but the incentive of finishing and visualing the joy I would feel pushed me on and according to my husband my pace sped up too.
I did it! This girl did it. I cried. God I cried. Tears of joy I add. Im so proud of myself. I’m someone who does zero exercise. I’ve lost 5 stone in the last year and I set myself a challenge flippantly that if I lost enough weight I’d run my daughters “Mothers Race” on sports day. I was that parent who fell.
Now look at me. I just run 20 minutes! Run FatGirl, Run!