I never thought I'd like running and am not quite sure how that happened. Seven months of pounding the pavement and half a marathon later, I feel trepidatious to admit I actually love it. Am not so sure my body agrees while I sit out October with a stress fracture though am hopeful I'm just suffering with 'first year runners' injuries'.
This running thing began last Autumn, after my partner was diagnosed with MS. I wanted to do something in return for all of the amazing support the doctors, nurses and MS charities provided during that time and had always toyed with the idea of running a marathon. I was told I ought to start perhaps a bit smaller – maybe with a half marathon or something and after a bit of persuasion I agreed. So, on behalf of the MS Trust, I signed up to do the Great North Run with 55,000 other runners. Three calf strains later (during training) and after many miles bounding along the seafront, I completed my first half marathon.
And then I signed up for the Brighton Half, the Brighton 10 and the Warrior Run though I wasn't able to do a couple of those due to my subsequent injury. I'm honestly not quite sure what's gotten into me and why I just can't sit quietly on the sofa watching Gogglebox. One of my friends suggested that runners get a bit 'possessed'. I'm going to ignore this and concentrate on the countdown until I can run again instead.