Just popped by to say, yesterday was my 11 year runniverary. Yes, unbelievably, it’s 11 years since I first set out at the crack of dawn to begin my running adventure, proud of myself yet terrified that someone might catch sight of me.
Fast forward 11 years and I’m still running. It definitely hasn’t all been plain sailing. Broken bones (not running related) and numerous knee, hip, back and ankle issues, not to mention Covid and large doses of can’t-be-arsedness along the way, have all featured since I started calling myself a runner. But, I’ve run 5ks, 10ks, half marathons and every distance in between and I can honestly say it’s been life affirming.
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve done c25k, or parts of it, to rebuild fitness after injury (and the aforementioned can’t-be-arsedness) and I’m actually redoing the programme at the moment - not because I can’t run 5k but because I’ve got slower and slower over the last year and it’s the best way I know of getting fitter and stronger.
So this is me saying trust the process and enjoy the journey. Running is for life, so don’t beat yourself up if it takes longer than 9 weeks to complete the programme or if you never run a 30 minute 5k (I never have!) Somewhere along the way, it dawned on me that comparison is the thief of joy and it’s not about being the best, it’s about being my best. I very rarely post here now but I’ve never forgotten the advice, support and kindness I found here. I couldn’t have done it on my own. Good luck everyone!