There is something quite rewarding about running early on a Sunday morning, when you know everyone else (the normal people) are still tucked up in bed, and will probably be nursing a hangover for the day. When it dawned on me that my saturday nights, and every other social gathering, would be eliminated, I was worried. I love my wine, and was unsure how I'd cope without it. I am as surprised as anyone to pass through my week, and weekends now without even giving it a second thought.
It helps that I have now lost over a stone, and can actually see muscle tone in my legs, but getting fit really is rewarding. Training for a marathon, especially one you are doing to honour a person you love is a real journey of self reflection. That sounds rather narcissistic, but when you are running on your own for 12 miles, your mind covers just about EVERYTHING! Its as much a mental game as physical one. Even a month ago, I found myself running mapped out routes, absentmindedly trying to find a road that would take me home faster.
These days, I find myself zoning out while running. Its actually magically peaceful, no-one asking anything of you, and for the first time in years, I don't even take my mobile! From a person that texts while in the bath, or at the gym, this is a massive step in life.
Running has also becoming my favourite time of the day. This all sounds ever so slightly trite, because there are moments I curse the very idea of taking another step, and sometimes it can be really boring, but I mean all things considered, it has finally happened for me. The all elusive "bug" runners talk about. I have it.
I look at my calender with less dread today.
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