Keep on running

My husband kicked me out the house today.  The black clouds had landed and I was being miserable, it's not been an easy 2011 so far.  So he made me get my trainers and hit the ground running.  I wasn't allowed back until I did 5k.

I discovered running after my first child.  My brother made me do 5k with him, no warm up, no running and walking, just jogging 5k.  It wasn't quite a year since I had given birth.  It nearly killed me.  But I was hooked.  I loved the fact I didn't have to travel anywhere before I started, no need to hang out in a gym, no equipment.  Just me, out the front door, straight into the fresh air.

And most importantly, by running I was saying a huge pah! to all those school PE lessons that completely removed any enjoyment of exercise for me.  I was one of those kids who whined all the way round the cross country course, or walked in protest.  It wasn't that I hated exercise or was unfit, I just hated competing.

I built up to running 10k after my second child.  I did a race, hated it, but felt proud of my achievement.  Now it's enough to know I can ramp back up to running 10k on my own steam if I need a challenge.

Race for Life last year

Recently I have realised running keeps me sane. As has Mr A.  I would have been asleep on the sofa now,  but I have written this, and ordered some shopping amongst other things.  

I read about juneathon on Twitter today, basically you run and blog about it every day in June.  I am a bit late and I am not going to blog about running every day. But I am up for a run nearly every day, and I can blog it each week:

So....

June 1st 5k

June 2nd 6k run and 8k cycle

June 3rd 5k

June 4th 1 mile walk

June 5th 5k run

June 6th day off

June 7th 5k run

Is the weight falling off you ask.  No. Sickening eh?  But the fog is lifting.