Hello Dear Reader,
I’ll warn you now, I look disgusting in some of the photos. I mouth breath when I run and I could barely breath when I took the photos. I’ve not posed, sucked anything in and I look boss eyed in some of the photos as I could barely hold the camera. In fact, I look bonkers to the point of restraints in some of them. I ran 5K around Siblyback lake. Yes, I did. The woman who was a size 18 in January and could only walk on a treadmill when I started going to the gym can run 5K.
If any women out there have any concerns about getting out there and running on their own, just remember, most women are harmed or killed by men they know and rarely by strangers.
Now, I am going to blather on so if you don’t want to hear about my feeling of ‘oh so worthy elation’ stop reading now. If you think that you need to be glamorous or slim, or long legged to go running then run with Froogs and watch me sweat, stumble, run through sheep poop and bullocks and see what I did this morning.
I’ll start with telling you how a beginner approaches a run. I break into chunks. When I run around Plymouth Hoe, I give myself visual targets. Run to the bench, walk to the dustbin, then run to the stop sign and before long. I’ve gone all the way round the route I’ve set myself. I run really slow, I run a mile in ten minutes and I certainly don’t run all the way. In fact, I should say I cover a mile in ten minutes.
I also don’t like to run with an audience. Infact, I don’t like an audience when I do anything at all! Which is ironic as I’m writing that here but that OK because it’s only me and you! Siblyback lake is on a high point of Bodmin Moor and relatively flat all the way round with just a few inclines. It’s an easy route and a great place for beginners like me. I’ve already discovered that the running and sporty fraternity and a good natured bunch and they will give you a wave, or thumbs up or a cheery ‘keep going, you’ll get there’ as they lapped me! It doesn’t matter to me, I got there…….I ran 5K!
Here’s my first photo and already, I look shocking! No posing, just me taking a quick snap as I went along. It was eight thirty in the morning and with a lot of cloud cover so not too cold. Believe me, I look a lot worse as I went round.
A bit further.
Here’s a visual target I set myself. Run to the trees. When I got there, I realised there was a downward slope and felt really good that I could keep going. It always feels wonderful to beat my own targets.
I ran past the geese just bobbing around in the lake.
More of me looking puffed.
I set myself the target of running all the way through the pines and I did it.
Almost half way.
Oh Fuck! Who the hell? or What the hell is this – I really can’t breath by now and I’m just panting! I thought of not including this photo or a weird looking Froogs but that’s as bad as it got. I then ran until I met this little guy. As promised, no posing, no sucking anything in……………just me hanging out of my arse!
Bullocks are like dogs, if you run, they want to run with you. If there are lots, walk calmly through them but you are usually OK if there is just the single stray one. It was quite frightened of me and ran away although I was concerned that it would leap into the water. I just kept running.
I turned the corners and knew I was nearly there! It’s a great feeling to get all the way round.
Now I’m smiling. I love getting outside. I love the wilder bits of Cornwall that are muddy and real. I love the fact that I can get out and run and it doesn’t cost me anything. I run listening to music and feel elated that I’ve done it. At one stage, I wouldn’t run on my own and now I can I feel I can conquer the world!
|Froogs 14 stone and 7lbs May last year!
This is me when I got home doing the ‘Rocky at the top of the library steps
dance!” As a point of comparison – the photo above is of me 14.7 stone and size 18 in may last year! I do look different now!
There is nothing like a run on a cold November morning to leave me jumping with joy!
It really is such a wonderful feeling to know that doing something that costs me absolutely nothing makes me so really really happy. It’s one of the many reasons that I’m downsizing so I’ll have more time to get out and about and enjoy doing what I love so much.
I’m going to pack some more boxes today and keep getting ready for my move. My ‘head’ has already moved out of this house and is dreaming of all the freedom and time that a small cottage will bring.
Ok, over to you Dear Reader. Who’s a runner? Who a slow runner like me but is getting better? Who else is getting fit and loving it? Who else, like me, was bigger earlier this year but has lost it and want to keep it off? Who needs to motivate themselves to get out there and do something about it? If old fat ass thunder thighs Froogs can do it, puffing and panting and going boss eyed, then anyone can!
Love Froogs xxxxxxxx