My daughter sent me this pic this morning; its her, myself and one of my boys having just stepped off the couch and into the field for w1r1 of C25k, three years ago today. It makes my tummy flip - I remember it so well. Such anticipation and dread, bordering on hysteria ๐คฃ. I had absolutely NO IDEA how much it would change my life - me even!
I got all the way to W2R1 and then developed knee pain that put an end to that attempt at C25K ๐ (maybe that had something to do with the fact that those trainers were about 20 years old, and the fact they're as white as they are tells it's own story๐คทโโ๏ธ).
A quick google of 'knee pain and running' then brought me to HU - everything happens for a reason, right?
Clearly that injury wasn't the end though, as I'm still here, still running. I re-started 6 weeks later once my knee healed. My son didn't rejoin us, and my daughter gave up as soon as she ran 5K! But I'm still here. Still got a stupid grin, but it's no longer hysterical ๐.
Happy running everyone, don't let anything put you off.