I actually started the c25k tonight.
I could cry happy tears.
I was meant to start it on Monday along with everyone else on the pinned group, but told myself that Monday's didn't suit my schedule, so I'll start tomorrow...
Tuesday came and went and still I didn't start it. Tuesday's excuse was that I didn't feel 100% and I'll do it tomorrow.
Which brings us to Wednesday. I was quite happy to sit on the sofa tonight and try and forget the promise I'd made myself but my partner gave me a gentle reminded that if I wanted to finish the c25k at the same time as my 12 week plan. I had to do it tonight.
I reluctantly got my new xl sports gear out of the bag in the boot of my car where it's resided for the last 2 weeks. I took the tags off and then tried to squeeze into them. It was not happening. XL? XL! Are you kidding me! There was no way any of it was going anywhere near me. So I threw a paddy, threw everything on the floor and started crying. I wasn't doing it. I was destined to be fat forever and I didn't care.
Chris, my partner came upstairs and told me I had other clothes I could wear and that I should really give it a go. I came up with every excuse under the sun but he wasn't giving this up.
We got to the playing fields where I said I was going to do it. It's nice and large and flat and no one ever uses it so it was perfect, only to get there and there be a a football match going on!!! The universe was against me. I wasn't meant to run tonight. But Chris took me to another field where he usually walks the dog.
I did it.
I am so proud of myself. I actually found it surprisingly easy too and I really enjoyed myself.
So Chris, thank you for dragging me out tonight 😆