Today is a very special day for me. It marks the day I completed the London Royal Parks Half Marathon exactly a year ago. Tomorrow I begin my training plan for the London Marathon in April.
I never thought I’d be a runner, I never thought I’d be someone who set their alarm on weekend mornings to go for a run yet here I am. All 16 stone of me. Now here’s the thing, I’ve known about my marathon place for several weeks now as it’s a charity place but as I’m at the heaviest i’ve ever been i’ve been putting off runs. I tell several women a week that they can start running, no matter what shape, size or ability but for some reason it’s taken this anniversary for me to listen to my own advice.
Tomorrow I will start training, it may not be fast or pretty but it’ll be a start and a few kilometres closer to that starting line. Sometimes, especially as women, I think we forget how strong we are. How we can do anything we set our minds to and that not everyone does it the same way. I need to stop concentrating on everyone else’s running and have a look at mine.
Most importantly I need to use these autumnal months (my favourite season) to fall back in love with running again.
I did manage parkrun (or rather walk) this weekend though!