Ok, boring self-serving blog coming up.
On the basis that some oI the most useful posts on here fall into the "that happened to me!" category, I might as well record some of my ups and downs here in case it's of passing interest.
I'm 49, female, and physically fftt, convinced (as of a few months ago), that I was congenitally incapable of running - it was literally never going to happen. However, I read something somewhere about these c25k programs (OK, it was Charlie Brooker in The Guardian), and having a shiny new smartphone with no <cough> 'apps' thought I'd give it a go - see how far I got.
Kept it quiet, only went out after dark (easy in the winter), but oddly found I was going out every other night *without exception*. First few runs were dreadful, legs of lead and lungs of fire, good runs interspersed with bad ones, but it did get better.
So, fast-forward a few weeks.. I've got a few 5k+ runs (jogs) under my belt and am feeling smug. Then the drive disappears - I've done it now, I've run for 40 minutes, or over 5k, so the motivation to go out and do a bit better just isn't there, so I ease up, take few days off, give blood, have another couple of rest days, and then when I go out again, on Sunday, it's a horrorshow - run for 10 minutes, then collapse gasping. Start again, run for 2 minutes and give up! Have a break, squeeze out another 2.5 minutes! Drag myself home most unhappy.
Two days later, go out again, all unprepared and flustered, run for 25 minutes uninterrupted, cover 3.5 k, and am a happy bunny again - all is not lost it seems!
SO, I now know that I need the next generation of podcasts to hold my hand/kick my backside, and I also know that I can still have shocking days, no matter how smug I'm feeling, but on the flipside, even when it all seems to have gone to pot, tomorrow is another day, and without rhyme or reason, it just might be better than today.
Blimey, that was all a bit deep and meaningless - blame the merlot!