|Just like Forrest Gump|
That was about a month ago. And since then, I've done a lot of running. For someone who's never run more than 5 minutes in her life, that is. I hated cross country at school, so this is big for me. In fact, I hate exercise, so it's really big for me. I've been concentrating on distance rather than time and taking it nice and slow, and I'm now up to doing 2 miles, which I've done four or five times. Next stop, 5k!! When I did 2 miles on Monday, my legs didn't even feel tired, so I'm hoping in the next few weeks I'll be able to work up to it. The good news is that my town is part of Parkrun, a free 5K every week. Maybe by the end of the year I'll work up the courage to go...
All of a sudden I can totally appreciate the mental strength it takes. Despite my hatred for exercise, I'm actually not in terrible shape, due to having a manual job, and regular 4K walks with the dog (and the occasional 30 Day Shred). From the start, I've been amazed that it's not actually as physically hard as I was expecting; my legs feel good and I've been surprised with my breathing. It's just my mind, that keeps saying "that's far enough now, you can stop" or "this hill is going to be really hard, you'd better walk". It's tough to ignore it.
So yeah, that's what I've been doing. And I bought new shoes, downloaded RunKeeper, registered on The Running Bug, and am looking at inspirational quotes on Google.
Any tips for me?