This isn't the true start. That was back in the autumn. That was when I'd had enough of panting up the hill to nursery and decided that my body was ready to push to the next stage and try to run by following the C25k plan. Unfortunately, it was a short-lived start as seasonal illness and life took over for a while. So another start, the traditional new year start arose and it was a good one. Picking up at week 3 again, and panting through 4 minute blocks of running with my heart pounding at 170+ beats per minute.
I kept going. Weeks 4, 5 and 6. And 6 again. The running time sneaking up week by week, session by session. For the first time in my life running for 20 minutes. Weeks 7, 8 and 9. Run 9.3, my "Graduation run" performed with a little personal ceremony at a country park on a bitter, soggy day. That one was a slog, but I put my mind to it, and rather uncomfortably, I did it. I ran past a pupil, and as well as "Miss", he saw a runner, and I felt proud when he asked if it was me the next day.
It was a worthy occasion for pride, but not a time to stagnate, because I had already set myself up for an ambitious challenge. The type where you suspect you have bitten off more than you can chew...
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