Sunday, 23 April 2017

Nobody said it was going to be easy.

Unbeknownst to many of my friends I have started to run again and I use that term very loosely. There are many reasons why I have started again but the main one is I secretly miss it.

My official first run was on 16th February at the track, the track is quite a good place to start as there is no pressure on you and nobody ever asks what my plan was. To be frank, it was just to be able to get around a few laps, walk when I needed and run when I wanted and I was very pleased with completing 5 km but felt dreadful.

Nobody said it was going to be easy.

Since then I have completed another 7 runs on the track and at roughly the same distance, I am slowly getting a bit more confident but I am finding my internal cadence clock doesn't understand that I am not as fit as I was. Let me explain, after years of training pace, going on long distance runs with a set time in mind, being able to run a set distance and finishing within seconds of the planned time it just doesn't understand about slowing the tempo down.

Nobody said it was going to be easy.

God doesn't build in straight line
For a few weeks now I have been trying to get a spot in Duncan's and my diary so that I can try and return to running together again like we used to a few years back and today was one of those rare days so I dragged my sorry arse up the hill to our usual meeting point of Hangman's Corner. The agreement was to run at tempo so that we could chat  but as per usual we totally forgot about that and after about 400 metres I was panting like an old dog, I say panting, it was more like a goldfish gasping for water to fill it's gills, so we reset the clock and jogged off.

Nobody said it was going to be easy.

What I like about runs with Duncan is that we can always pick up a conversation that lay unfinished from 2 weeks ago and just carry it on as though the time didn't matter. We talked of how age changes our ability to run, muscle tone, loss of speed and our changes in posture. We then blew this nonsense out of the water and reminded ourselves why we ran, the bluebells, early this year, were out and around us was a sea of blue heads popping their heads above the soil. We looked at decaying trees and quoted films "God doesn't build in straight lines" Prometheus (2012)

Our pace began to normalise to a steady pace and we did what Duncan I do best, we skipped we jumped and laughed whilst we navigated the gnarled old paths of the local woods.

With a heavy heart we returned to Hangman's Corner thinking it was time to say goodbye and the hope I could walk the rest of the way when Duncan said he would run down the hill with me, I silently swore under my breath, and joined him in the last bit, my lungs felt as though I had swallowed a litre of fluid and my throat felt it was on fire. We finally got to the path where we said our goodbyes and I looked to see if he could still see me, he didn't so I walked the rest of the way home.

Nobody said it was going to be easy.


  1. I have been reading your blog since 2010. Glad to see you back. I have also lost my mojo between now and then due to what life throws at you. But if anything can heal you up running can.

    1. That is so nice to hear Gavin, I hope you don't mind the negative stuff today. I want to hopefully set a positive mood that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to look in the right place, you'll find it.