Or so I used to say. Now I’m one of those people who will say, “Ooh! I love running!”
Do not misunderstand me. When I rave positively about running, it isn’t because I’m good at it. Nor am I fit, or fast. I’m not even slim and toned, as I still very much enjoy membership in the Mummy Tummy Club. I look red and weary when I run, and there are points when I could walk more quickly than I currently run.
And yet… I love it.
Not because I find it easy – I don’t.
Not because I am losing weight – I’m not.
Not because I used to run – I didn’t.
I love it because I feel strong.
I love it because it makes me feel good.
I love it because it makes me feel determined.
When I started running back in March, I was running at a pace of 9:30/KM. Now I am running regularly at a pace of 8:05/KM. Yesterday, I ran another PB of 40 minutes 25 seconds for a 5K, AND a PB of 25 minutes 42 seconds for 2 miles.
I am still quite slow, but I am determined to get fitter and stronger. I know the speed will come in time. And those who know me well, well they know I am never in a hurry.