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I ran for the first time since high school cross country. I ran for the first time in nearly twenty years. I ran for 1 minute at a time interspersed with 5 minutes of walking. I ran for 3 minutes total.
It was hot and I was sweaty and my face was red but I ran.
I did not think I could even run to the letterbox.Inspired by my sister who recently ran her first half-marathon, I ran. Inspired by my friend’s overweight husband who runs 5 kilometres a few times a week and is currently training for a 12 kilometre run in May, I ran. Inspired by a bookish not-the running-type (or so I thought) school mum who passed me when I was out walking this morning, I ran. Inspired by Nanette whose post made running sound like a pleasant and enjoyable experience, I ran.
Because I want to feel energised. Because I want to be healthy. Because I want to lose about 10 kilos this year. I ran. And because I like food more than I dislike running. I ran.
And I liked it. And it felt good. So I plan to do it again. And again.
And in May I'll be running the 4.5km Mother's Day Classic.