It's a cold and windy (goes without saying!) bank holiday Monday and I have just completed my first run. I've been thinking about it for a while (well since new year) but I always seems to talk myself out of it.
At school I was "that kid". The one who was last to get picked for any team in any sport in P.E, the one who would do absolutely anything to get out of a games lesson. And when I say anything, I mean it. I can play the oboe and I have an extra GCSE in R.E, just because they were things to sign up to that would get me out of a dreaded sports lesson! So ... fast forward to now and I am a 38 year old overweight couch potato. It's time to stop worrying that I'm not as good at everyone else at sport, stop using it as an excuse, and get my (large and saggy) bum into gear.
So, that's week 1 run 1 done. Physically, it wasn't too bad. I live in a village in Lancashire and there is a track around the fields near my house which I will run round. It's about 3 miles I'd say and it's hard to believe I'll ever be able to run round it. Unfortunately, half the village seem to run/cycle/walk their dogs round it and for me, therein lies the problem. Mentally, I found it difficult being overtaken by the 'real' runners or running towards people going in the opposite direction. It bought back all the school demons. I couldn't help think "what must they think of me, overweight and only running for a minute at a time then having to stop to walk?" I felt really embarrassed. But I'm going to try and banish those thoughts and keep going ...
Sorry for rambling