Woke up and thought ' that's it, I'm doing it.'
So I did.
It was 7am and I put on my running gear and dusted down my trainers.
Right, time to stretch out. My body creaked. My mind said: 'Come on girl, you can do it.'
Ok, touch my toes now I can finally see them again. Ooh, they're further than I thought. My back clicked and my hamstrings felt tight.
I waved to the kids who were chuckling at the window, and off I went.
Put one foot in front of the other. That's it, easy does it. Pace yourself or you'll get stitch. I can feel everything wobbling. Eugh. My legs felt like concrete. Maybe if I speed up I won't notice it. Oh no, I'm out of breath. Argh! I'm getting stitch. Focus. FOCUS.
The last time I ran was April last year, but that seemed like ages ago. I've always enjoyed exercise, but finding time has been my enemy. I've decided I'll just have to squeeze it in the weekend.
The good thing about running at the crack of dawn is nobody can see you puffing and plodding up the road. You also get the chance to clear your mind.
Three miles later, I arrive back home.
A heap, but a happy one.
