Okay first off let me say, running outdoors is NOTHING like running indoors on a treadmill or like running on the spot. I don’t know why I ever thought it was, but there literally is no substitute for running in the fresh air…. but….. it is harder – MUCH harder!
So today I decided to brave my public and actually do Week 2 Day 2 of C25K in front of other human beings. I opted to go straight from the school run as I knew if I went home first it would be that much harder to get out again, and I needed to clear my head after a particularly difficult morning with my son.
Hubby, ever ensuring my safety, insisted I run somewhere where there are plenty of people around and so I headed to Capstone Park which is a hop, skip and a jump from home. It has a large lake in the middle, with a good path all the way around so I would be able to run laps around it. There are always plenty of dog walkers, fishermen and other people nearby.
For those non-local readers here it is:
And here is me pre-run, feeling confident…….
Oh my god who was I kidding?! By the time the third session of 90sec of running hit I was ready to admit defeat and go back to the car. My chest was burning, my nose was streaming and my calves felt like they had been run over by a bulldozer. All the previous C25K sessions had seemed a doddle compared to this.
The old me, the lazy, fat and unfit me (and don’t get me wrong I am still fat and pretty damn unfit) would have given in then, there is no question of it. And I can be pretty confident that if I had then I possibly would not have tried going running outside again, and perhaps may have given up on the idea altogether.
Two things spurred me on. The first is the fact that I have published my intentions on here, on Facebook and on Twitter. Everyone knows that I intend to lose weight and get fit and hopefully run the Race for Life this year. Admitting defeat to myself is one thing, but having to admit defeat to everyone else – well that’s just not an option.
Secondly – To quote Mean Girls (god I still love that film!), “I’m a pusher”. I push everyone around me to do the very best they can for themselves, especially my poor kids, but sometimes I forget to push myself, especially when it comes to my health. So for possibly the first time ever, I pushed through the pain and focused on not giving up. I’m not sure where it came from, but even just making the decision not to give up gave me more energy. And I bloody well did it, I finished it!
I’m paying for it now still, my legs are still aching like mad, my chest still feels like I’ve got a slight stitch, but it was worth it. I feel like I have overcome a massive hurdle.
I’m not telling you all this because I think I am something special, or because I think I deserve a load of praise or anything. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to give up. On anything. I don’t just mean diet or exercise, but whatever you are striving for, just don’t give up on it. It is probably closer than you think. And I am sharing this with you because I am bloody proud of myself too!
Just a couple more pics – “I did it”!