10 weeks ago my daughter (14) decided she wanted to do triathlon and asked me to help her train. Rather grudgingly I agreed to go running with her. I had done any major running since university 25 years ago but I swim regularly so hard could it be? Well needlessly to say after not many minutes trying to run I staggered home exhausted. Straight away I decided I needed to get properly fit again and thanks to Google came across C25K.
I was determined to do the final run and the full 5K distance, the most I've managed so far has been 4K in 30 minutes. Well woke up this morning with an IBS attack so had to delay my start by an hour and still wasn't feeling great on the 5 minute warm up. Okay time to start running, took the first 5 minutes a bit slower than normal and was actually feeling ok. The next 10 minutes felt really good and for the first time I was actually ENJOYING running. I carried on to the 2.5K turn around point and Laura said I had 10 mins left. At this point I was still feeling really good new I could make it the full 5K. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat as I passed other runners and dog walkers (they must have thought I was completely mad!). Laura told me 5 minutes left, still feeling good. 1 minute to go. Laura tells me its time to stop. Well I now I still have about 1K to go so keep going through the 5 minute warm down. I am now on my own no Laura and still running! Finally I reach the gate and my marker for 5K. I'VE DONE IT. YiIPPEE!
A big thankyou to Laura and everyone on the forum for giving me the inspiration to keep going.