As someone who refused to do PE at school and mocked gym bunnies and my marathon running husband over the years, I had finally defected to the opposition and admitted that my figure and metabolism were not as sprightly as I'd kidded myself.
Started a healthy eating plan, hired a personal trainer but the progress was not as obvious as I would have liked.
On a training course two weeks ago I overheard someone talking about C25K and, to my astonishment, it snagged my interest and I listened in a little more.
Cue a bit of internet research and a shopping spree to make sure I looked the part!
I cannot begin to tell you how painfully difficult that first run was but also how thrilled I was with myself for doing something I never believed I could. One run down and a real excitement that maybe, unbelievably, this was something I could actually do.
Cue inevitable disappointment.
Run 3 of week one all went horribly wrong when, 30 seconds into the first 1 minute run, I felt a popping / ripping sort of sensation in my groin with pain and a bit of a wobbly feeling to my right leg. With hindsight I should probably have stopped there and then, but all I could think of was that I was not going to give in, so off I went and completed the rest of the run.
Oh dear, that was a silly thing to do. Ibuprofen, paracetamol and codeine are just about keeping my soreness bearable and my husband has suggested that I should not run or do any exercise for a week while I heal up.
If you had seen my pace of running you would, like me, have wondered how on earth I managed to injure myself. I have no idea how or what I have managed to do but what I do know is that I feel really, really sad that I can't move forward to week 2 and will have to re-do the first week. I'm also a bit worried that this will happen again.
Ah well, moan over, I will just have to try and remain positive that next week will be ok and watch and celebrate others progress on here.