I've lurked for quite a while, so let me start with a little about myself. I started my journey into running on the 2nd of January 2020 after finding I was struggling with my weight and my fitness and this was affecting me at work. I am an ICU nurse and I needed to be my best to provide my best to my patients. Roll on a few months, who would have thought how necessary and important that decision would be.
That first run, I was beetroot red and gasping for breath after the first 20 seconds, but I persevered.
20 seconds turned into 30 seconds, 30 seconds turned into 3 lots of 30 seconds, then 8 lots, never once thinking I could do more.
Today, my partner and I ran completed W5R3 and ran for 20 minutes none stop! TWENTY! No stops, no walks. Just running. I'm hot, I'm sweaty, but I am bloody ecstatic.
When I started this journey into this exciting new world, I wanted to believe I could, but never dreamed I would. I remember thinking '3 minutes?! You have got to be joking me. I barely gasp through 1! Bugger off, Michael!"
Now, don't get me wrong. I have spent many a time telling Mr. Johnson just how much I dislike him, while he whispers encouragement into my ear, because it felt impossible. But I listened to him, and I follow the plan and I believe in it, and I believe in myself.
Because of my job, especially in this current pandemic, I haven't been able to do 3 runs a week as the planb suggests (as you can imagine 13 hour shifts are grueling enough, even before this). I am okay with this though, I'm not doing the 'perfect' plan, if there is such a thing, but I am doing, and I have seen such incredible advances with every run, how could I not be happy?! And the fresh air (with social distancing observed) is doing my mental health the world of good.
Take care everyone, and stay safe!
-- Squinty.