
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
Yesterday, I joined a running class. What possessed me to walk into a group of strangers introduce myself and start running. I don’t know.
This year has been a year for changing bad habits, no more eating junk food, no more doom scrolling and no more binge watching Netflix.
Every week I have to drop my daughter off to track drive home sit down for a few minutes and drive back again. I see these committed women running around the track and I feel regret as I used to be so fit.
I bit the bullet, packed my kit, walked in, introduced myself and changed into my running gear.
Now before I started I was told you go at your own pace, some run, some walk just come in at your level. Really – Marathon runners and regular park runners – not mums trying to do couch to 5km gradually.
I digress, to start she said we’ll run three times around the track to begin with (to begin) managed twice around track.
Everyone was so kind – ‘what brings you here?’ I answered politely but seriously I was regretting my decision. We did about 15 minutes of stretching which really helped with the second half.
‘Now you need a slower pace,’ she said. ‘Where are the walkers?’ I thought.
Anyway my companion was a 70 year old experienced Marathon runner. We had to do 6 times round the track doing ‘winders’ walking the bends and running the straight.
I did it! I felt so proud of myself. Next week Parkrun!
