If you said to me 5 years ago that 2017 will be the year I’ll run 15k I’d have smacked you. Why would you even mock me like that?! I ain’t no runner, I hate running just as much (or even more) than mushed up hot spinach with cream on top (yes, Czech people do eat that, bleurgh). You mean little thing!
I ran 15k. And if I can do it, so can you.
Last Sunday I went out to try and run my second 10k run ever. I tried it on a treadmill before and it was long. And boring. But then the week before last I tried it outside and it wasn’t all that bad. I was absolutely shattered for a few days afterwards but it made me feel like an actual superhero. So I decided that in summer I’d run a 10k race for charity. But it didn’t feel right to commit to it unless I knew I could do it again (you know – just confirming it wasn’t just a glitch in the universe). So we went out to the Cannock Chase and we ran (FYI, Shaun did a casual Sunday half marathon because he’s a boss). By the time I did 10k I thought I wasn’t too tired so I carried on for a little bit. Before I knew it I hit 15k! WHAT.