Oh beloved running, how I’ve missed you.....
The physio gave me the green light to run again, albeit at a shorter distance, so after ten days of doubt, misery, rest and recuperation, I set off on my prescribed 3K.
I tried to be firm with myself: ten days is nothing! My fitness will be the same! But the little gremlin in my head said otherwise and I went out with a negative mindset. Subsequently, I believe that is why the first mile was tough. My legs felt heavy, I felt slow and fat and flabby and unfit. Often I slip into a daydream on my runs but everything felt a bit awkward. The injury held up ok (thank you physio!) and as I thundered home, things became a little easier. I am pleased I was resilient and did not give up because things were a little tough.
By the time the run was over, I was thrilled. The gremlins had been banished and I remembered why I love running so much, and why I’d spent ten lachrymose days without it. I told everybody that I’d been for a run as proudly as I did the first time I graduate C25K.
And the final positive to end it on is that when I started the C25K programme in October, my resting heart rate was 72 BPM.
According to my Fitbit, my RHR is now 51 BPM!
Week 5
First run in the wild
Never underestimate your potential! My story... C25K and beyond! 
W1R1 repeated one year on
Week 6 Run 2
