Keep on Running?

Wow. For the first time as an adult, and without being chased, I went running this morning. Been feeling rotten for ages because I've not being getting any exercise. Swimming and surfing were out, I've not been going dancing and instead I've been sitting in front of my BacMook growing an arse.

I'm not big into arse-growing (although sadly better at it than herb or flower growing) so after months of procrastination I visualised myself rising with the lark this morning, slipping on my running shoes and streaking through early-morning Belfast like a gazelle.

There don't seem to be many larks in my part of South Belfast, but I was up at 9am, slipped on the old shoes, a pair of leggings and the GBF's tee and was ready to go. Except then I spent 15 minutes online trying to get a timer device for my mobile so I'd be able to stick to my running schedule (for lard-lumps - run one minute, wheeze and walk the next minute - continue for 20 minutes). Realised I was self-sabotaging so I dragged myself away and set off.

Weirdly, I felt a bit of fear doing this. Not the fear I keep confronting as I 'Go For It and Start A Business'. But that nice zingy fear I used to get when I started surfing or saw a big scary sea. And then off I set. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. And I didn't manage 20 minutes. But I ran/walked for 15 minutes (not quite like a gazelle, but not like a heifer in heat either), came in, showered and had a protein-wealthy breakfast.

I like my beginner-runner's schedule too...tomorrow it's got REST marked out in ALL CAPS. I will obey :)