Ok well, I had hoped to be posting about a run outside, you know like pounding the streets like a proper runner. But I cant as I haven’t. But I did give it a whirl. Confidence isn’t quite up to the level needed to do anything running wise in the streets really. Though I am getting there as I’ve had to go through my wardrobe as most of my clothes aren’t fitting anymore. This, of course, is a really happy problem and I am not complaining at going from size 18 to only have one pair of 14 jeans that fit.
Back to my running outside or rather not running outside. My naive old self couldn’t understand why I would see people in running gear walking. That’s cheating surely. I so didn’t want to be one of those. Oh how little I knew back then. A friend gave me the heads up of wearing normal clothes but with trainers. Then when you do the walking bit of the walk/run thing you look relatively normal. Then when you do the run bit you look like your just rubbish at keeping the time or maybe you’re a secret superhero just about to launch and save the day.
So with the plan in place, I decided to walk what I hope to be my run route. That’s when I realized I was actually scared to do the first run thing in public. I had the trusty sports bra on so no danger of injury so really had to get a grip.
…wait till next corner, it’s flatter after that.
…wait till gone past people, don’t need an audience
Oh good, grief Kairen just hurry up and do it!
I did it, I was off. One foot in front of the other in a running motion in public.
Oh, what sheer hell is this. This isn’t like my runs at home. The ground is so hard and pounding. And my heart is a going way too fast. It’s in my mouth I am sure. 1…2…3…4..I am not going to make 60 seconds. I need to stop my legs are jelly as I lean against a wall and pretend to fiddle with my watch. Cant do the tie shoelace thing as they are way down there at the bottom of my legs and I would never get up again.
I compose myself and carry on walking once I realize I am not actually having a heart attack. Yep it was way worse than I thought it would be. I finish my route rather deflated that I failed miserably and go home to Google running machines. I wonder how the cat will get on with one of those.
Update – Since that run, I have carried on my home running as I am determined not to be beaten on this. I got pretty excited when I completed the 8-minute run and then totally amazed myself by doing the 20-minute run. 20 minutes is actually 130 of my little laps, yes I counted every one of them and only tripped over the cat twice. So I can be rather proud of being vertical at a faster pace than walking for 20 minutes. Yay go me.