I’m the lyrical gangster ...
No we don’t die
Yes we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing 🎶
Trust me, I was definitely singing 😁
This week is the first week since starting that I haven’t ran on a Monday. Not sure why but I made lots of excuses yesterday, legs tired from long walks at the weekend, upset tummy from too much food on Sunday, tired as not slept well. The truth is I think I was nervous. I couldn’t sleep last night either and had that feeling in my stomach like I was going for a job interview. I’m big on reflective thinking so I spent a lot of the run today thinking about why I was nervous. I was worried that the 30min run would catch me out and prove that I’d been kidding myself all along that this week would be the week that I’d fail and my feelings of accomplishment would all come to a crashing end.
When my alarm went off this morning I didn’t hesitate I jumped out of bed, got ready and headed out knowing I needed to face this head on.
That tiny voice whispering and willing me on telling me I’d feel better once I was out running.
Five minutes in and Ini Kamoze comes blaring in my ears and that tiny voice gets louder, shouting in my head, ‘you go girl! I told you we could do it!’ so I started singing na na na na nah na na na nah nana nah nana nah here come the hotstepper (yes out loud 🙈 the little old lady walking her dog smiled awkwardly as I jogged past) Steady pace that felt comfortable yet less shuffling than before somehow and like actual running. Smashed 30mins and now feel awesome 😎
Graduation is within reach...