Last summer, just before going to England, I made a huge decision. I decided to take up jogging. I used to be fairly sporty when I was at uni but then life got in the way. Jogging is the least fussy of all sports so I figured out I could do this. Armed with the Couch potato to 5k program, I ran around a field full of sheep every other day. I even managed to keep on jogging when we got back home. Until I made it to a 30 minutes straight run. And then I did my ankle in on a sneaky root. And then Hubby did his cross ligaments in during an over-enthusiastic martial art session. And we stopped running.
One of my goals for our week in England was to take up running again. And I am happy to report I did. It sucked every minute of the first run and made me wish I hadn’t quit back in October. Then I remembered to keep my nose up and look around me. This view beats the concrete around my place any time. And the second run was a little easier. Am looking forward to my next run. Who’d have thunk?