Now I know that if you search back in my posts to January, you will unearth a pledge to get running, and keep running. Well I think it happened once in ooh....January!
I have been feeling the pressure recently as my other half has stepped up his training and is signing up for half marathons left, right and centre. He also corrupted School Dad A earlier this year, who is now out-running him. Our neighbours are serious runners, the club types, our first introduction included comparison of running times, and he does crazy runs like 40k over sand dunes and is super fast. Between all of these nutters they have been trying to convert me for the whole year we have lived here, and I have resisted.
Now, however I have been double crossed. Recently one of my girlfriends, who I firmly believed would be my cake, chocolate and cocktails friend for years to come has, horror of horrors started running, and...she looks great for it.
She has been trying to co-erce me and one other into her madness. So over coffee, she demonstrated across the living room (and dodging toddler toys) her jogging pace. This act alone had us in giggles, but spurred me on to try a short circuit (the running kind, not the one in my brain) round our neighbourhood. So I strapped the girls in (twice) and dusted of the new trainers, found yoga pants I didn't know I owned and borrowed something called a Garmin, looks like a watch to me, and off i trotted.
Turns out I have a new super power, I am an incredibly crappy runner!! I know plenty of people who post their running times on Facebook, but I am not ready for the teasing that will follow that announcement, here is a much safer environment! I ran 2, yes 2, kilometers and it took me 16 minutes. It was fine, not fun, just fine. I will probably do it again one day.
The neighbour has already suggested that in 4 weeks time I will be ready for a 5k race, I knew there was a reason I had avoided this activity!!!