At the risk of being seriously outing I’m going to share a long story with you, with a very happy ending.
Today I did my first ever 5k, w9r2, in a slow but steady 50 minutes (unofficial time, I forgot to put my stop watch on).
I come from a family of seriously good runners - grampa was a world champion and a big name in the world of athletics, and a few years after he died the running world began an annual 5k relay race bearing his name.
Today was the 50th anniversary race. I decided just under nine weeks ago to start c25k to see if I could possibly do it. I’m 52, at least four stone overweight, unfit, arthritic and asthmatic.
And I bloody did it! I ran in my grampa’s memorial race with proper, good athletes (the first man home in leg one was an Olympian) and some people did their laps in less than a third of my time.
But you know what? I started running eight weeks ago and I DID IT!!!!