7 Reasons Why Running Could Be For Me


Last month I wrote a post about how I’d started running. The first few runs were horrendous. I had no idea what I was doing.

Well it’s been 6 weeks to the day since I’ve started. Despite one set back with a knee injury, I’ve been running at least once a week. I can still say with absolute conviction that it terrifies me and I still have to build myself up to getting out the front door.

BUT something has happened. I’m not enjoying it yet, but I can feel my body getting used to it, or perhaps resigned to it. I can run further than I did on week one without having to stop and walk.

Thinking about it some more, here’s why running could be the thing for me:

1. It’s Free. There’s no expensive payments to a class that I end up not going to or even more expensive payments to a gym that I see even less. There’s no expensive equipment needed. All that’s required is some trainers (I found mine at the back of my cupboard from when I last joined the gym in 2010) and some suitable clothes. My running gear was bought for me as a Christmas present, but you could just as easily run in joggers or leggings.

2. Time to Myself. I love my kids, but they are hard work and so any break that I get from them is something of a treat. Even if it is to run round the block. For half an hour, I can savour time on my own usually thinking through everything going on in my head enjoying the peace of the countryside without having to referee any arguments about which colour fork each daughter is having for their tea.

3. It Fits in Flexibly. For ages I was looking for a yoga class that suited my daily routine. But every class I could find was either mid-morning or 9 o’clock at night. Now I can run whenever I want. Normally this means running at the weekend when the husband can have the kids, but if I get a quiet week with work, I can run whilst the kids are at school / pre-school.

4. I Can Go at My Own Pace. Yes, even if it means walking. I’ve always felt a bit intimidated by gyms and even the thought of joining a class is bit of a worry as I’d probably be the dunce of the group. Running means I can go at my own pace and I don’t have to worry about holding anyone else back.

5. Feel Great. Once I’ve got back to the house, slumped into a chair, regained control of my breathing and had a drink of water, I do eventually feel good. It always feels like another mini win, another little achievement that I have actually completed another run. I’ve actually got off my arse and done some exercise. Also if I get out first thing in the day, it seems to set me up for the rest of the day; I feel like I can tackle anything.

6. Fresh Air. There’s something good about exercising out in the fresh air rather than being stuck inside a sweaty box of a room. A couple of weeks ago I was out running on a beautiful, bright, cold day. The sun was coming up over the fields and it looked stunning. At the moment, I am still running the same route, but the thought of being able to eventually change routes and see some different places inspires me to keep going.

7. Motivation to Run Quicker. It’s normally about half way through my route that I feel like death and want to stop. To keep going, I remind myself that the sooner I get back home the sooner it will all be over. I can’t yet make it the whole way without walking, but this is my aim.

I’ve never thought of myself as a runner, and I still don’t. It has always scared me and still does. But I’m getting some regular exercise and as these 7 reasons show why, it is a little bit rewarding.

I just need to stick with it and keep on running.

Here’s to the next 6 weeks and beyond!

You Baby Me Mummy

Running Scared


When a family member asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I flippantly emailed a list comprising 2 items – 1) pyjamas and 2) running clothes with a note that said “In case I ever get my arse moving in 2016.”

I didn’t get the pyjamas.

All The Gear, No Idea

Faced with all the gear and literally no idea, I thought I’d go for a “quick jog” a couple of days after Christmas and before New Year’s Eve, congratulating myself that I’d be ahead of the game before all the New Year Resolution runners got started. I completely forgot about the large amounts of chocolate, cheese and red wine that were floating around in my belly, congealing from the holiday season. “Just go down to the park and back” said my husband as he cooked himself a fry-up.

The thought of the neighbours in our very cosy cul-de-sac seeing me in my new skin tight running leggings spurred me on to sprint past their houses before the curtains could start twitching. After that, I won’t lie, the next five minutes were hell.

Although I wasn’t in any physical pain, I couldn’t get my breathing under control. Scrap that, I couldn’t even breathe. My body was screaming out “WHAT on earth are you doing? You’re 40 years old woman! The last time you ran was in the school sports day. Go back home and drink some tea!”

Somebody Help Me

As I lumbered along, I remembered someone once saying that you should keep going as you’ll soon find a “rhythm”. But listening to the rasping noises coming out of my mouth was only putting me off and making me feel weird. I wasn’t sure what I should be doing with my arms and my main concern was to determine if there were any sane looking people around who might take me to hospital should I be found collapsed on the floor.

Luckily there were plenty of other people about, mostly dog walkers and other runners. But to my amazement, they tried to engage me in conversation. “Nice day for it,” “Morning!” and even “Happy New Year.” I couldn’t even raise a smile let alone respond; could they not see that I was on the verge of having a heart attack?

Despite stopping twice, I managed to make it back to the house in one piece (sprinting past the neighbours again). “How long was I gone for?” I panted to my husband as I fell into the nearest chair and the children jumped on me with eager concern. “Err… 13 minutes,” came the reply.

Keeping it Going

Today, I completed my 5th run / walk. I’ve managed to make it a bit further and pushed myself a little bit harder to keep going before I have to stop and walk. I’m still struggling with the breathing and am nowhere near the stage where I might consider enjoying it.

But I’m pleased with myself. I’m pleased that since the 30th December (OK I realise that’s barely a week), I’ve managed to do a tiny bit of exercise every other day that fits flexibly into my routine. I’m pleased that I managed to keep it going on the week that everyone went back to work and school. I’m pleased that I haven’t as yet ended up in hospital. Will I keep it up? Who knows, I hope so.

I think I’m pleased that I didn’t get the pyjamas.

Any tips for beginners from runners out there, gratefully received!



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