Its my birthday on Saturday and tonight was my last run before then. Today's blog post is a big one for me....
I knew I had to change my habits all the way through 2012. I felt fat, unfit, unhealthy....all the bad things a person can be. My job like most folks gives me a hard time now and again and I was doing nothing to ease the stress away, except coming home and opening the wine. I knew I had to stop and do something.
It took ages for me to convince close friends and family that I wanted to run. They looked at me and said "you cant just go out there and run you know", but deep down somewhere I KNEW I wanted to and so in November 2012 I started looking at beginner runner programmes. We were going skiing in Canada over Xmas so I didnt want to start the crux of something and leave it, so at the beginning of December I went walking for 30 mins 3 times a week. Being out in the fresh cold air after being cooped up all day in an office like a hen was exhilarating
I tried my first one minute run just before I left for Canada and oh my lord, it was horrid! I think I managed 45 seconds, beetroot red, husband pulling me "Come on, come on". Alright, I thought - you cycle to work 12 miles every day, its alright for you!" but when I came home I felt determined to do it and the first time I did three mins I laughed to myself all the way home. Then the 20 minutes...when I cried all the way home. Week 7, left me wondering what the hell I was doing when it took me 5 times to do it, but that 3rd 30 min run....well, you just cant put it into words. The sense of achievement, wonder, pride - the list just goes on.
So my goal at the onset in December was to graduate from C25K before my 42nd birthday - TICK. Get my BMI away from the horrible obese - TICK. Be happier, healthier, fitter - TICK!!! I know weight loss is hard for some on here but I have lost a stash of weight, and am nearly 3 dress sizes smaller - yup, three sizes! I still want to lose another stash but for me the worst is over and if I drop a pound or so every month, I know I will still be happy. My husband calls me Forrest Gump and he looks at me with total pride everytime I go out or come back in from a run if he cant join me.
Without everyone on here, I dont know I could have got through those tough times when I thought I was being ridiculous. But everyone is wonderful and truly supportive and they are right - it is achievable. You were all part of changing my life
So to all of you who worry that you wont make it - you can. If I did, you can.
Im off to get a celebratory glass of vino. Im not sure what my birthday weekend brings, but to all of you out running, I salute you!