This is my first blog post (although I've commented and asked a question previously) but I thought a blog post was deserved not only because I completed the dreaded 20 mins of Week 5 Run 3 this morning but because for the first time I actually used running as a method of transport!
I'd left my car in the next town over on Saturday night when I had a few drinks, I do this on a fairly regular basis and the fuss of getting a lift or catching the bus the morning after is usually a mildly annoying dilemma. But today I realised that it was approximately twice as far away from my house as my normal turn-around point, therefore, all I needed to do was bring my car key and continue running until I got to my car. This only occurred to me when my Dad called me this morning and asked if I needed a lift to fetch it, I'd not mentioned I'd taken up running to him yet so his reaction to "I'm going to run and get it" was understandably "I've not forgotten what day it is, Happy April Fool to you too. Now do you want a lift or not?".
Anyway, I did it, the terrain was a bit different (hills I'd never noticed) and there was more traffic but other than that the plan worked out fine (the car was actually a little too close and I had to walk past it during the warm down).
I know this sounds obviously but it's a revelation to me - I've taken up running to get fit (and hopefully lose a bit of weight) but the idea that I can actually use it to get places (in a reasonable time) is an epiphany. Admittedly, I'd get to those places in leggings and a hi-vis and with a beetroot face but hey! All those years I've looked derisively at joggers and thought "What exactly is the point? You're not going anywhere", but perhaps they were going somewhere all along (or training themselves up so they could go somewhere when they needed to). Seriously, I feel like Pheidippides (minus the dying part) - anyone need a message delivering?