February

[Charliecat5]

‘Oh yes, I can run, I do run. I’m just really out of shape and I prefer not to witness myself finding it tough’.

Ah. That is the thing that’s changed. I’m no longer so terrified of watching myself, experiencing myself struggling. Still not up for anyone else seeing it, but I guess I can work on that.

I remember years ago walking down the south bank of the Thames in those heady days I like to call my Fat Years... when I overtook at a walking pace a rather ample lady running along (slowly).   I kept ambling along for a while with a snigger on my face when I suddenly pulled up sharp.  I had a realisation that she was getting up every morning and running.  She is the one who achieved the most difficult step of all - the first one out of the door.  She was the winner here, not me.

That moment has stuck with me ever since... 

You're running... that's all.   If it isn't tough then you're not trying.  Those that care for you, love you for just getting out there and having an adventure.  By the way - I am not comparing you to the lady I passed (by any stretch of the imagination - or in her case Lycra).  

By the way - where is that hill in the picture the route up to Malling Down?