So, here I am, back again. Running and blogging once more. Well, running might be stretching the definition. So far I’ve been out 3 times at a 1 minute run: 2 minutes walk pattern for about 40 minutes each time. Which is by no means fast, but it did feel good.
Well mentally it felt good. Physically I am a complete mess! Lungs burning, throat raw with breathing hard, every muscle having a shout about being overworked, some of them having a go the next day as well, just in case I;d not noticed them the day before. Having had that moan, it was good to be out on the road again.
And that brings me to the thought behind the title. I’ve not taken part in an organised event in over 4 years. I’ve not run for more than 10 minutes without taking a walk break in 18 months. But I have never stopped thinking of myself as a runner. I still have all the gear, I still have my trusty garmin and all the necessary to get that to work, I even have an unworn pair of shoes. I might not have been actively running, but my mind set was that I would run again – it was just a question of when. At the start of this year I set myself a series of incremental resolutions to sort my life out. Simple things like have breakfast, don’t skip lunch, leave the biscuits in the tin and to do some exercise. And that’s where the running comes in again. I’ve been saying to myself for the last 4 months that I would run, it was just that I always found an excuse not to do it. I was too tired, I had to work, I had eaten, etc. etc. etc. But at some point the excuses have to stop. Mine stopped last weekend – which was one of the hottest of the year. And so I am a runner again. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t pretty, but it proved that I am a runner after all.