Running is a personal thing
I can’t remember when I started running but I can remember why! At school I hated it- sprinting, the killer 400 metres and worst of all the dreaded cross country. As I got older I would watch in amazement at the people happily running round parks, roads and the running track in the park. I couldn’t quite figure out why anyone would actually choose to inflict this particular pain on themselves. The one day some bright spark at my son’s football club decided that we should have a sponsored run- for the parents. After picking myself up from the floor, strapping on my new asics running shoes, and thinking in my head of how I could get out of it I heard a little voice saying- “My Mums a great runner and she’s going to beat your Mum”, and yes it was my wonderfully misguided trusting 6 yr old son. So I started very gradually, to the top of the road, then round the corner, then round the block until I finally realised that I could actually run a fair distance, not because someone was screaming at me to do it- but because I actually wanted to accomplish something. That was 25 years ago and I have been running regularly ever since. I learned very early on that running is really something you do for yourself- at your own pace and for your own reasons. I can’t imagine not running now and if I’m on holiday or too busy to go for a run I get tetchy and irritable and as my husband says- “Oh go and run a few grumps away”. Oh and did I beat my son’s friends Mum- well what do you think!
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