I’ve just finished Day 1 of Week 1 of #C25K. Go me! \o/
Running is something I’ve been meaning to do for years. Eleven years to be precise.
When I stopped drinking part of the plan was to actively get fit.
Of course, I never did.
That and an impending sense of my own mortality. I’m 44 in September.
Ok, it’s only day 1. But half the battle is turning up, right?
And I did it. The whole session. No cheating, no pausing.
And I didn’t go to bed until 1am, didn’t get to sleep until 2am, and had my alarm set for 6:45am…
It’s hot in Malaga at the moment (no shit) so it was either do it early, or probably not at all. I knew I had to ‘just do it’.
So I had a quick coffee and headed off. It doesn’t help that I live on a mountain with no, or few, flat surfaces and a road with no pavement.
Ok, it’s not a ‘busy’ road, but it does have a fair few wagons travelling between Granada and Malaga.
Lesson one – don’t wear a grey t-shirt when running on a grey tarmac road.
But on the bright side, the views are stunning.
The 5 minute cooldown at the end was probably the best 5 minutes of my life. Well, apart from maybe the intense buzz I felt when I got home and sat on the veranda sofa with a drink.
I now get it. Ok, maybe it was just a taste. But I’ve got an addicts personality. And I’ve just tasted what it feels like. And I’m sure it won’t be the last time.
Roll on tomorrow!
I think my life may have just changed.