Who'd a thunk it? Seven years!! I came to running when an inner ear problem called Meniere's Disease scuppered my swimming...I wasn't really that keen, but a friend of mine had done it so why not give it a go?
I hadn't realised in those days that we needed proper running shoes , and got shin splints on week 3....Gawd that was sooooo painful! I've no idea why I kept going after such an awful start but keep going I did...I remember my graduation run, not the joyful run I had hoped for but a rather grumpy affair after Mr CG had a go at me before I went out... I was determined to get to 5K no matter how long it took, but had to give up on that after 40 minutes, by which time I had covered 4.3 KM.
I eventually got to the Holy grail of 5K some weeks later, I believe it took 47 minutes. I kept plodding along.....10K took about another 6 months...achilles tendonitis and plantar fasciitis, and more serious breast cancer plagued me at various intervals and on recovery was very glad we have the programme to get me started again. I must have graduated about 5 times over the years...
So, still here, still plodding...I love where running takes me, I've run in France and Spain, on steep inclines through medieval villages, along the coast at dawn, in boiling temperatures and in freezing...I've done one "real" half marathon race and one solo virtual. I'm doing another proper HM in a couple of months, and can only say it doesn't get any easier..as far as pace - I haven't really got much faster, I still go about 43 minutes for 5 KM. Do I care? Not one jot....I'm running for me, and doing it my way.