I would hate someone to just log onto this thread and read about our aches, pains, muscle pulls and race disasters and think that running is a negative thing. It is glorious, uplifting and rewarding to run, but I accept that it can also be cruel and irritating.
I have a creaky knee and a dodgy ankle (opposite sides) which makes my initial running gait somewhat challenging. I have been frequently described (lovingly) as moving like an arthritic giraffe for the first mile of every run but, once I am through that, I like to think I become more gazelle like – light footed and spring heeled. Maybe that is a bit of a stretch, but I know how long I need to go before I can run without aches and pains and it is that knowledge that keeps me going at the start.
Running is my space – my solitude – where I get to focus on me, in this incredibly busy world that I seem to be functioning in. It helps me to cope with mental and physical stress, improves my health (particularly my BP) and allows me to function at the levels that I need to be at.
It has also helped me to realise that most of the limits that you have are the ones that you have in your head. I am not naïve enough to say that you can do anything you want, but I can say that if you plan for things, be realistic about your performance and rate of improvement, have the determination to overcome the mental and physical hurdles that will present themselves, then you can definitely do far more than you think you are capable of.
The sheer joy of running amidst nature is so rewarding; birds tweeting, sun shining on your face, but most significant of all to me is hearing my heart beat – slow and steady – in perfect synchronisation with my breathing. It is like the energy that is generated by the motion is being fed back into me to help me cope with the world.
Do I limp in the morning? You bet. Would I change that? Not for a second.
Thank you running and 5:2. You have unquestionably dramatically improved my life.