As a child I hated running (‘egg and spoon’ girl me). Can’t remember who, but when I was a child someone laughed and told me I ran strangely. 57 now and have tried a few sports but the thought of running has always filled me with trepidation. What if I can’t actually run without looking like an extreme version of Miranda?
Need to do something that keeps me moving, joints ache and energy isn’t what it used to be. C25K.
Week one, I did bump into a very glamorous lady with designer jeans and beautifully blow dried blond hair. At the time I was struggling to breath and move at the same time, with my fringe stuck to my forehead. I repeated the whole week.
Week two, cars, cyclists and two people walking. I managed to smile and say afternoon (even though it was morning) to walkers, didn’t have breath to repeat to cyclists. I repeated the whole week.
Week three, about to put on my trainers. Not sure I can do 3 minutes without oxygen but I’m sure as hell going to try.