Today was another double run day as my band of merry colleagues and service users commenced W3 with various levels of enthusiasm, while I ran along side with words of encouragement and annoying whistle blowing.
Joking aside these sessions are something that I am completely invested in and derive a great sense of pride from being able to facilitate these runs, for a group of individuals in receipt of mental health services, using physical activity, not only to improve physical health and reduce weight but also to improve self-confidence and esteem, providing a social outlet which resembles the normality of life before illness.
But enough of my other life.... W6R1 was where I’m at! Today, due to family commitments getting out on the roads wasn’t feasible so I took to the treadmill to rack up my minutes. I have to say although running on a treadmill is a false environment compared to the road, you have to admit it does wonders for the old confidence. I’m not sure how I looked to anyone passing the window but I’m pretty sure it had to resemble the finesse of a majestic gazelle in full flight. I was able to run at a pace that is at least twice what I’d move at on the road and it was a joy to have that extra bounce under foot to absorb the shock which I felt I could’ve done a 30 minute session there and then. Back in the real world I know it’s going to be different on the streets, but still... taking a treadmill break isn’t the worst holiday for your legs.... but then again what would I know.... now how do I get back to the Serengeti? 🦒