Wow, what a journey...
Ran my final run of week 9 this morning with Running Buddy. Beautiful day, we went further than we'd run before, including a HILL, chatting from time to time as we ran (ok, maybe more like monosyllabic grunts at each other for the last 10 mins). But it felt GREAT.
As we ran, I reflected on how far we'd come since week 1 - when neither of us could puff our way through 1 minute without fear of collapse. I remembered too the tough time of it through weeks 6 and 7 when I thought I'd never do a run without suffering for 2 days/walking like I'd lost my horse afterwards, and that my calves were going to disintegrate at any moment.
I remembered my shock at discovering for pretty much the first time in my life I actually ENJOYED exercise, and that strange sensation of needing to/wanting to run... turns out a leopard CAN change her spots after all. I'm still a bit shocked about that, truth be told.
And now I can run. For 30 minutes, and possibly more. My legs don't hurt, but I can feel the muscles working. Best of all, the slightly-too-tight black cropped running leggings I bought in the wrong size and was too wobbly to wear (without looking like my legs were made of a selection of large jellies in a bin bag) now seem to do the job nicely Oh look - there WERE muscles under there...
So, to all of you just starting out on this adventure, GO FOR IT - if I can make it, you can. And to all of you who graduated ages ago, who keep blogging here and encouraging the rest of us - THANK YOU. It's made all the difference, kept me going when things were tough, and, well, made a runner out of me.
And can I have my nice green badge now, please!