Running

There are a few other people that I'm going to miss whilst I'm away. My running club.

I started running about 2 years ago, I'd, of course, done some running at school, and I hated every second of it. I had too many moving parts, and I was always last, and we always had to run the same route, and it was always wet and muddy and horrible, and it was invented purely to torture me.

Well 2 years ago I decided that I wanted to enter race for life. I thought that it would take me 12 months of training to get fit enough to take part in the 5km race. somehow whilst I was training for the 2006 race, I found myself on the starting line for the 2006 Plymouth half marathon. This was not quite what I had intended to be doing, but I loved it! (well I loved it apart from the blisters, and the aching legs, and the fact that my feet would never be the same again) I finished it! which for the first attempt made me feel amazing. In fact I did it again in 2007! (oh and I finished race for life as well)

I'd never have managed to finish the first one, let alone do it again the next year, or discover that I really enjoy running, (even though I can not think of a single reason why on earth that I should) if it hadn't been for my running club. They kept me going, rain and shine, summer and winter. They shared their experience, and their time with me. They took me out on training runs, they pushed me to be better then I ever imagined that I could be. I might still run with the slowest group in the club, but I enjoy it, and I've made good friends through the club, and I've gained a huge amount more from the club then I've managed to give back.