This is my first blog post. Someone mentioned C25K to me weeks ago, and having enthusiastically ventured into the deep dark depths of my wardrobe to locate my trainers, and blown the thick layer of dust off them, I subsequently ignored them for a good two weeks.
Suddenly, my nerve had gone. Memories of previous exercise failures swam round my head - those gym memberships I bought and then cancelled, those vows to go 5 times a week resulting in pain, exhaustion, and an intense dislike for that place. Whenever I guiltily glanced over at those shoes, sitting pathetically next to the door, I just could not imagine how running for 30 mins could be remotely possible.
Yesterday however, I had a breakthrough. Curiosity brought me back onto the website, searching for that elusive motivation. How had other people overcome this mental block? I was sure I was not alone.
And it turns out, I wasn't. Having asked for some advice on how to get going, lots of people got in touch, who all seemed absolutely lovely. Thank you all so much for your help. And one idea came through loud and clear, echoed in almost all of the responses: Just do it - bite the bullet and get out there. IT WILL BE OK.
I've just finished the first run and y'no, they were right. It wasn't that bad. Sure, I was pretty tired once it was over, but I didn't curl up on the floor and wait for death as usually happens. In fact, there was a part of me which actually enjoyed it! (and don't tell anyone, but I'm secretly looking forward to my next one...) What has happened to me?!
So to anyone who is reading this and, like me, was dithering on the edge, unwilling or too scared to take the plunge, I wish to reiterate the key concept I took from all those lovely people who took the time to help me.
Stop thinking about what has happened. Stop thinking about what might happen. Just think about now, and jump in.
Laura called me a runner! 😁
Just wanted to share 
Just back from W1 R3
W1, R1. Help, already moaning! 
Here I go again... W1 R1
