I (re-)started C25K in October 2018 and when I did I bought a ticket for the Finsbury Park 5K on 20 January 2019. It wasn't bought with the intention that I would actually manage the 5K, my main goal with the programme was to run 30 minutes and distance would come later. The furthest I had ever run was around 3.5k (at a speed that almost killed me), so when I went to Finsbury Park yesterday all I expected was that I would give it my best shot and see where I got.
So imagine my shock when I actually crossed that finish line after 43 mins and 22 seconds, without stopping or even slowing down to a walk! I don't really consider myself a very sentimental person, but I cried, and I laughed, out loud, out of pure joy. People must have thought I was a mental case when I was walking back to the tube station, because I was alone and laughing out loud. I didn't care.
I can't even begin to explain how happy I am about this. I owe C25K a great debt, but without any exaggeration I must also acknowledge that I could not have done this with any less determination or motivation. I made it, and I finally convinced myself that I can do more than just the easy, comfortable stuff. I CAN RUN 5K. And that means I can lose my remaining excess weight of 4 stone. And that I can soon sit on the bus without feeling like I'm pushing the other person off their seat with my bum. And that I can Go Ape. And that I can swim with whales. And that I can go to the beach without feeling like one.