Finally, after a couple of botched attempts with an intermittently dodgy leg (suitably rested and stretched), I managed to get 8km ‘in the bag’ this morning. Although it was a slippery little sucker, kept trying to wriggle out at every blinking opportunity.
I am ridiculously happy with myself 
I never thought I had any of this in me - 8km, running in public, in lycra! Eek.
I had to extend my route out into new running territory, so as not to get bored silly, plus I was late out at about 8.30am…. all this equals higher chance of being seen by more people. Usually, I look in the mirror before I go out and sigh heavily, grateful it’s still dark and no one’s out. I seem to have the thighs of an ex-olympic shot-putter who’s gone to seed. Today, it was broad daylight. Miraculously, when I looked, I thought ‘actually you don’t look that revolting, just get on with it, woman’. And so I did!
The streets and park were littered with joggers, lone; two abreast; in packs. Usually, I see one, maybe two at most, today I saw about 30. That put me on edge a bit, more people to contend with.
Oh well, who cares? I didn’t. I didn’t?!! For the first time since I began back in May. Jogging down the main road, cars going by. I didn’t care, I was enjoying my run. And of course, they probably didn’t even look twice at me. Just my crazy brain. I can’t believe I finally feel this way, to me it is the biggest break through. I wouldn’t say I could run a race yet (too many peeps) but slowly and with determination, I am getting towards where I want to be, mentally and eventually I hope, physically. Hooray for running, it can be done!
It's still a RED January 👀
Fit not Fat for 50: I used to be a wobble-jogger.
