the dangers of c25k continue!
Pulling up the previous blog from over a year ago made me laugh, and sort of cry with embarrassment, but hey. Anyway, I decided that it was time to update the C25K story with a brand new installment.
After a short break from running I decided that I would begin the C25K programme again, given that we're going to be walking 65miles, I felt it was probably a good preparation to be able to run 5k. I dutifully downloaded the app and set the first date for beginning again.
As the sun went in I realised the time had come - it was time to begin my C25K journey again, but I didn't realise something.....something important.
I'm not a fair imitation of King Kong's pregnant auntie anymore. Thinking back to the moment when I was doing a hop, skip and a jump to loosen those Adidas shorts out and cover up my veritable day-glo legs made me smile. I'm a new beast now. One that I never considered I would be.
Innocently I set off ready to do my 20 minutes of running. Flashbacks of the red-faced, puffy woman who started this journey came flooding back as I tackled the DEATH hill near my home. But suddenly it all changed. People were LOOKING at me. I couldn't stop....so baiting my heart rate to an impressive 199bpm I conquered the hill and ran round the corner
(I *may* have slowed to a walk at the point....don't judge me!).
20 minutes came and went. I put the same week back on - W2D1 and continued on my merry way. My shorts did NOT ride up my legs. My day-glo glory was confined to my calves and arms. Whoop.
In total I ran 8 miles. Well. I'd like to say I ran it but I think it would be overstating what happened. I plodded 8 miles. 7 miles in something magical happened. I overtook someone.
O....M...G. No, but seriously. I NEVER overtake people! Now, I *know* it's not becoming of a young lady to gloat. And I'm impressed by the women I passed, they may have been going slowly but hell, they were going. I got an incredible urge to stop (I wouldn't have started again) and tell them to keep going. I looked back and realised I was them a year ago. I just wanted to pause and say what an amazing job they were doing. They may not feel like "runners" (I know I never did - and still don't) but they're there, doing it and it gets better. They just need to keep going long enough to know that. I wish I'd stopped.
Anyway, I OVERTOOK THEM. And it wasn't just one of those slow take overs like when a lorry is trying to overtake another lorry. It was speedy! Well. Sort of. Kind of like a Vauxhall Astra overtaking a lorry. Decent, right!
Anyway, whilst I was running I resolved to learn one new thing and pass it on in this blog. Today's moral: never give up. You might stop and start a million times, but that ONE time when you actually make it through, you pick yourself up and you carry on going, THAT is the time when you start learning all kinds of new, mushy stuff that makes you appreciate the small goals that you might otherwise lose into the ether.
Keep going peeps.
After a short break from running I decided that I would begin the C25K programme again, given that we're going to be walking 65miles, I felt it was probably a good preparation to be able to run 5k. I dutifully downloaded the app and set the first date for beginning again.
As the sun went in I realised the time had come - it was time to begin my C25K journey again, but I didn't realise something.....something important.
I'm not a fair imitation of King Kong's pregnant auntie anymore. Thinking back to the moment when I was doing a hop, skip and a jump to loosen those Adidas shorts out and cover up my veritable day-glo legs made me smile. I'm a new beast now. One that I never considered I would be.
Innocently I set off ready to do my 20 minutes of running. Flashbacks of the red-faced, puffy woman who started this journey came flooding back as I tackled the DEATH hill near my home. But suddenly it all changed. People were LOOKING at me. I couldn't stop....so baiting my heart rate to an impressive 199bpm I conquered the hill and ran round the corner
(I *may* have slowed to a walk at the point....don't judge me!).
20 minutes came and went. I put the same week back on - W2D1 and continued on my merry way. My shorts did NOT ride up my legs. My day-glo glory was confined to my calves and arms. Whoop.
In total I ran 8 miles. Well. I'd like to say I ran it but I think it would be overstating what happened. I plodded 8 miles. 7 miles in something magical happened. I overtook someone.
O....M...G. No, but seriously. I NEVER overtake people! Now, I *know* it's not becoming of a young lady to gloat. And I'm impressed by the women I passed, they may have been going slowly but hell, they were going. I got an incredible urge to stop (I wouldn't have started again) and tell them to keep going. I looked back and realised I was them a year ago. I just wanted to pause and say what an amazing job they were doing. They may not feel like "runners" (I know I never did - and still don't) but they're there, doing it and it gets better. They just need to keep going long enough to know that. I wish I'd stopped.
Anyway, I OVERTOOK THEM. And it wasn't just one of those slow take overs like when a lorry is trying to overtake another lorry. It was speedy! Well. Sort of. Kind of like a Vauxhall Astra overtaking a lorry. Decent, right!
Anyway, whilst I was running I resolved to learn one new thing and pass it on in this blog. Today's moral: never give up. You might stop and start a million times, but that ONE time when you actually make it through, you pick yourself up and you carry on going, THAT is the time when you start learning all kinds of new, mushy stuff that makes you appreciate the small goals that you might otherwise lose into the ether.
Keep going peeps.
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