Yesterday, I ran in my first ever 10 kilometre fun run.
To me, I have just accomplished a miracle. For the past 10 years I have done very little in the way of exercise. I was busy, making and bringing up babies. No excuse, I can tell you now, but I used it all the time. I sneered at the thought of physical exertion of any description.
Coffee, Cake and Couch....that was my motto.
I don't know what changed. Maybe deep down I knew that I was unhealthy. Perhaps I knew that to continue this lifestyle would lead to my own self-destruction.
Maybe it was my Dad getting sick at the end of last year that made me realise that we are not all immortal. That I am not invincible. That I need to take care of myself to take care of my family properly.
I want to be a good role model for my children. I want them to realise that their Mum and Dad are healthy, fit and accomplished people.
Toward the end of last year I had started running/walking a short distance but had slacked off over Christmas.
So in January I started...
Wake at 5:30am, running gear on, dog on his lead, off I go.
That first day was hard, I swear I barely managed a kilometre. I huffed and puffed in the early morning sun. The dog pulled me along, almost dragging me.
I finished, exhausted....but strangely euphoric. Strange, that euphoric feeling. I hadn't achieved much and yet it was there, shimmering gently under the surface for the rest of the day.
The second day was much as the first, but at the end that happy glow again.
Day three, why am I liking this so much?
The end of week 1- hard
week 2 - still hard
week 3- 2 kilometres, no stopping.......... I tell you now I could have conquered the world that day.
As the weeks raced by, I ran further and faster. I clicked over 5 K's easily. But I struggled to get to 6 and then 7.
Then, one day the dog stopped dragging me, I started dragging the dog.
The day I ran 8 kilometres without stopping was amazing. I felt on top of the world, like I could achieve anything.
It was on my 10th week of running that I finally reached my goal of 10 kilometres.
I ran it easily several times before my ultimate goal of the 10km fun run.
Yesterday was hard. There were a lot of people jostling for position. The wind was strong. It felt far and difficult.
My head kept telling me, 'you can't do this, you can't do it' .......I can and I will.
Running towards that stadium was amazing, I knew my husband and children were there waiting for
me....
As I ran in they yelled and cheered and I felt unstoppable.
I finished in under an hour. Which is my best ever time. But in all honesty I was just happy to finish.
The rest of the day was an exhausted, happy blur.
Last night as I tucked my gorgeous Mr 5 into bed, I was all geared up for the rain of compliments he always gives me if I do something great.
'So what did you think of Mum running in a race today?' I questioned.......
'Well, Mum I really didn't want to tell you this but it was kinda embarrassing'
Ummmmm, OK.
'Why?' I asked
'You run funny' was his prompt reply.
Thanks mate......the perfect end to my perfect day.
