It all started at the running shop last March...So I went to this specialist running shop on a very wet, dark Thursday. An impossibly fit looking lady took one look at my feet and produced several pairs of trainers. To my horror, she instructed I run up and down the street outside the shop.
In the middle of the city of London, in a suit dress, in the rain, I ran like a penguin up and down the street, trying to weave between the bankers and their enormous umbrellas. I looked like a fool! A FOOL!
A hundred and something quid later and I was the proud owner of trainers, running socks and an ipod arm band. I was extremely excited about my first run, like a naive child at the dentist before the drill starts! I rushed home from work, pulled on my running kit, (the kit being some old jogging bottoms and an oversized ‘I heart NY’ t-shirt - another classic look for me!) and was ready to go. I froze at the door. What if people saw me running? No one should have to see that! This is going to be so embarrassing!
Eventually I mastered my fear, crawled out from under the bed and believing that my headphones acted as some sort of invisibility cloak, off I set.
I was intending to jog down to Clapham common, run around the park and return home. A nice easy 4k run to start me off... Oh my god! Seriously, it was horrific! I got to the end of the block and thought I might actually die, a quick U-turn and I returned to my building (why oh why do I live on the third floor!). It wasn’t a pretty sight, I was spitting, sweating, could barely breath, my chest hurt. It took hours to recover, actual hours, maybe days. I looked like a tomato! I’d only run for 5 minutes. It was less than half a mile! Not having run since the age of 15 probably didn’t help matters.
I was intending to jog down to Clapham common, run around the park and return home. A nice easy 4k run to start me off... Oh my god! Seriously, it was horrific! I got to the end of the block and thought I might actually die, a quick U-turn and I returned to my building (why oh why do I live on the third floor!). It wasn’t a pretty sight, I was spitting, sweating, could barely breath, my chest hurt. It took hours to recover, actual hours, maybe days. I looked like a tomato! I’d only run for 5 minutes. It was less than half a mile! Not having run since the age of 15 probably didn’t help matters.
Thankfully things have improved slightly since then. The running look has actually got worse, I now have a very snazzy black head sweat band to keep my ears warm, which works perfectly with my black running leggings and black thermal top. It’s a great look, I like to think I look like a ninja! The training has been very up and down, November saw the pavements freeze over and turn to ice which meant no running for weeks. I did manage a run on Christmas day (a bad idea after a breakfast of chocolate) and by the first week of January I was on my game! 2 x 45 mins runs in the week and an 8 ½ mile run/walk on the weekend, it was looking as though maybe, just maybe I could do this marathon.
Then disaster struck, I got the January lurgy, 2 weeks of swollen glands, snot and temperatures meant no running at all. I attempted to go for 9 miles on Saturday and only managed 2. Agghhh I’m back to running around the block! With only 11 weeks to go, I’m scared!
2 comments:
I'm with you 100%. Every time I even consider running and getting back into shape, something terrible happens to prevent me from completing my task-tests, homework, sister's car accident, the flu...
I've practically given up the dream of running a marathon and settled for cuddling up on the couch with a good T.V. marathon instead.
Comedy genius Bec!! Love it! Keep them coming!
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