With W9R2 just under my belt, I’ve been reflecting about my C25K journey over the past two months.
I can’t quite believe that I am going out and running for thirty minutes and then just getting on with the rest of my day as if nothing extraordinary had happened. I love the bounce it gives me, the injection of feel-good into my day.
Two-months-ago me looked at the W9 runs far more in hope than expectation.
Two-months-ago me scrabbled around to find something, anything to run in.
Two-months-ago me decided that getting up early and going out in the dark was the best course to avoid an honour guard of pointers and laughers.
Two-months-ago me was scared of taking this huge step, of being found wanting, of trying but failing.
Two-months-ago me didn’t tell anyone in case it all went wrong.
Two-months-ago me took a deep breath and set out on a journey into the unknown and joined Laura for W1R1.
The hardest run. The first run. The don’t-know-if-I-can-do-this run. The I-must-look-ridiculous run. The nobody-look-at-me run.
If you’ve just done that hardest run, then I congratulate you. Be proud of yourself and what you’ve started. I wish you the best of luck with this amazing programme.
Happy running to all 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏽🏃🏾♂️