I’ve never been a huge fan of exercising for pleasure. Yes, I’ve been a gym member and I’ve done the hard yards to keep my weight down (well, actually, so I could eat more cake). I have enjoyed the odd boxing class from time to time and for a while there I followed Cindy Crawford’s exercise DVD (guess how old I am??)
Running has never been something I was interested in. It seemed pointless to me. I’m a fairly well endowed sort of lass so any form of exercise requires at least two sports bras (forgive me) so why would I want do something that results in some fairly serious bounce? But then one day an email came around at work asking for participants in the Blackmores Bridge Run. It was a 9km run for charity and I decided to go for it. I had three months to train so I hired a treadmill and got going. I got up at 6am every morning whilst the children were sleeping and began by walking briskly, which lead to a slow jog, which lead to fully fledged running. On the weekends, I started doing the Bay Run, which is about 7km. That last stretch over Iron Cove Bridge was my nemesis. I would look down the whole way, determined not to focus on the end of the bridge which seemed so far away. Within three months I could run the whole way. Who had I become?
On race day I was so nervous but I strapped on my iPod and off I went. It was quite a warm day and I struggled a bit with the quite heavy charity t-shirt I was wearing but I carried on regardless. As I reached the half way mark I began to think I couldn’t make it. I slowed to a walk and decided I would have to throw in the towel. But I didn’t. Once I made to the top of the hill I got my second wind, and inspired by the 9 year olds who were sprinting past me I started running again and ran all the way to the finish line. 9 kilometres in 1 hour and 13 minutes! For a beginner I thought this was pretty damn good. I was so proud of myself. I then went home and slept for the next 6 hours straight. It was 3 days before I could walk again without my muscles screaming and the blackened toenails stayed for weeks afterwards. But I did it!!
I vowed to become a runner from then on but of course I didn’t, I made excuses and I slipped back into my slothful ways.
Recently however, I have become re-inspired. I work in quite a stressful industry and a few weeks ago I left my previous job after months of bullying by a new manager. The bullying had taken it’s toll and I have been feeling very low for a while now. So I decided to start running again. I’ve been reading all about the running adventures of Steph over at Mamamarmalade and this has got me all revved up and ready to go.
This week I started. I got up at 6am and jumped on the treadmill. I downloaded a beginner’s running app and it has a pleasant English girl urging me on which is rather a lot better than a real life personal trainer shouting at me. I like it.
Now, I realize that these sorts of posts can be boring for some. But stay with me dear readers, the very fact of my beginner-ness is sure to delight.. or at least bring an amused smile to one or two of you…!