I have just had 16 days off from running. Not a lot of days to some people but a long time for me. I promised myself (and my husband) that I'd take 2 weeks off after I completed my second Half and then as day 14 approached I got a cough/cold and, worse than that, nerves snuck in.
What if...what if I couldn't even run 5km (3.1 miles) without having to stop. what if I didn't enjoy it anymore . what if I forgot how to pace myself.
Yeah yeah, really dumb what ifs, but its like the mental hurdle that I'd crossed so long ago was suddenly right back up in my face.
So, I put my fears out there in the big ole land of Facebook so that I couldn't chicken out and that I was accountable.
And I didn't wait to see the responses either.
I just went for a run.
What was I so worried about?
I swear that when I took my first few steps I looked like the Cheshire Cat - grinning so widely because I was already loving the feeling. Within 5 strides I felt good.
I decided before I left that I'd do 30 minutes and accept whatever that was.
I could tell you my distance but I don't want to - not because it's bad (it isn't) but because it truly doesn't matter.
There is a little part of me that feels like a new runner who is doing a beginner half marathon training program and this was day 1. That, surprisingly, makes me smile too.
My head cold or cough didn't really bother me on the run. (Although I did cough my guts up (Aussie slang) on the walk home, so much so that an old lady crossed over to the other side of the path and then mumbled under her breath after she'd passed me).
The best bit...I can't wait to go again. Yay
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