Hello friends and lovers!

 It seems to have been almost a full month since the last time we met.  Disgraceful. And no – before you ask I have not been lazing on my behind and given up the running. But life is a little bonkers sometimes isn’t it!

Having run two vintage fairs in quick succession, baked upwards of three-hundred cupcakes and generally had rather a lot of other stuff happening, my body had a little melt down. What began as a little itch became a rapid outbreak of mega eczema (joy!). Said eczema got infected (deep joy!). Mega anti-biotics and steroids were given, and rather un-deserved vomiting began. Who knows whether it was a bout of that horrible gastro bug that’s going around – or the effects of the uber-biotics? But there’s one thing for sure I was a very poorly Loulou. It’s taken a good week to feel like I had the strength to get back on the couch to 5k. But this morning I decided it had to be done.

I awoke fairly early thankfully and felt a good wave of enthusiasm for the run. Prior to the sickness and crazy week I had repeated week three of the programme (run for 90 secs, walk 90 secs, run three minutes, walk three minutes) feeling like the first attempt had been a little dis-jointed. Really had I have just ploughed myself into the programme from the start – I would have finished the whole nine week shebang by now, but I couldn’t bear to do week three again this week. So feeling brave I plunged myself into week four.

I knew heading out the door that week four was a big step up. Three minutes of walking, followed by ninety seconds of walking; then five minutes of running followed by three minutes of walking, then repeat. A few weeks ago, the idea of running consistently for five minutes would have sent me into a blind panic. The kind when you can’t move anywhere and shake your head in dis-belief, staring rigidly into the distance imagining yourself collapsing a minute in, no one realising where you’ve gone. Only to be used as a peeing-post for leg cocking Labradors who ignore your pleas for help… OK, I’ll stop!

This morning though, I genuinely left the house feeling like I COULD do it. And you know what – I bloody well did! Five minutes of constant running… Me?!  The non-runner?! Did I really do that?! Words cannot quite express how proud I was to have got to the end of the run, knowing that I had run for a total of sixteen minutes – officially running for longer than I was walking in the half hour period. I actually swallowed back a tear at the end of the run – and not because of any pain. I genuinely couldn’t believe that I had done it. God only knows what my reaction will be when I finally reach the 5k total! I might have a little melt-down!

I have three weeks until bridesmaid duty with my slim and beautiful counterparts. I would be ecstatic to feel that I had completed weeks 6 or 7 of the plan and I was feeling and looking healthier and more confident, and for one of the first times in my life, I am really starting to feel like it might be a truly achievable dream!

 


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