Run Away With Me
I have had so many messages over on Instaland in relation to my stories on running. Followers shaking their cyber pom poms like a merry bunch of cheerleaders and it honestly has spurred me on.
I may only be on Day 3 of my 30 day Run Challenge but all your messages have helped. They really INSPIRE me. See what I did there – genius!! Print is available in my Etsy shop FYI.
What I have noticed is how many people telling me they should do it. They want to do it. They are scared to do it.
The first time I got into running I was just over 18 stone. This time I have managed to get back up to 14 stone 10lb (with the help of chocolate and cake) but already this is changing. I feel lighter. The weight of gloom is lifting off my shoulders.
I am not talking scales. Fucking scales. Just me. Running makes me release the gloom, the angst, the feeling of being crazy shitballs outta control. I may appear super happy smiley and believe me most of the time I am but most happy people like me will understand there are darker times. I don’t say that with a view to you sympathising. I bet lots of you can empathise though. I know you do.
I lost myself a bit recently when I injured my leg playing netball. It was just a tear in my calf but as you get older recovery is not quick and is beyond frustrating. The realisation that age and weight were playing a part in not only the injury itself but the recovery was quite disturbing to me. I do not want to feel old.
So I stopped exercise. I lost my mojo. I put on more weight. I was feeling a little glum.
Now. I have decided enough is enough. So challenge set. I am overweight but I am not unhappy with how I look. Dressed and made up I feel quite the bizzy. Without clothes is another story but luckily most days I am dressed!
It may only be three days but this is 2 days more than the last time I tried! This is just the start. My 1.7 mile run/walk for the last three mornings has raised my spirits. Does my body hurt? Yes it bloody does. Is the little shit bag that sits on my shoulder shouting at me to give up. He is really fucking loud but somehow I am finding the strength to punch the little bastard in the face. For the moment.
Today I rain 4 minutes faster than yesterday. 4 minutes. Whooohooooo.
What I am trying to say is get out there. All those who have messaged me saying they should, they need to, they want to. Just Do It.
TOP TIPS (Like I am an elite athlete haha!)
I have been used the App called Seconds. It is free! Yay. Basically it sets the low and high intensity intervals for you so no having to be looking at your watch. It beeps you walk. It beeps again you run. Run. Walk. Run. Walk. I am making the running bit longer and the walking bit shorter each time until I set myself free like Forrest Gump.
I also use the app Strava to log my runs so I can see my times and miles per minute. Smashing it out the park right now. Mo need not panic.
Go to a proper running specialist shop. They will be really encouraging and won’t judge. Wear a sports bra as the bastards will get you to run on a treadmill. I did not have adequate boulder holders. It was not pretty. If I strap them down I might actually run differently so might need another pair. Also. They don’t go by colour or which ones you like the look of and this took me some time to get my head around. They always come out of the little cupboard with the most ugly trainer you ever did see. You have to listen. Then go on the internet and see if you can order the next pair in pink.
Check with your Doctor. I mean. I didn’t but you should.
Get your clothes out ready the night before. Get your mind set to what you are doing the next day.
Treat yourself to nice gym clothes. It helps if you feel the nuts. Beware of camel toe and do not size yourself into a bout of cysistis.
If you are not comfortable running in front of people (that is me and I know that sounds pathetic) then do what I am doing. Driving a little way to somewhere I probably won’t see people. It helps if I feel comfortable.
Oh and gin helps. Not before the run obviously. If you put in the effort you deserve a little treat! Gin is always the answer.
Wait you waiting for
Reach for the lycra!
Remember we are not trying to become athletes. We are doing this to feel good. Let me know if you get out there! XX