So here I am. How did I get here. I’m not a runner. I hate runners. How smug they are. I can’t be a runner because I can’t breathe when I run. And when I hyperventilate I get panic attacks which are about the scariest thing ever.
And yet here I am. I was embarrassed recently when walking from a work event to the train station I had to explain to the guy I was walking with that I couldn’t go the route with the very steep hill carrying my bags.
It was enough to make me think “right it’s time”. So here I am.
Today I did say 1 of week two and despite the fear that it might be too hard and the last one I did, I totally did it. Slowly at times. But I did it.
And I’m determined. I’ve had a tricky couple of years and I need to get my self esteem back and feel good about myself again. This is one of the ways I’m gonna do it. So thanks for being with me.
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