My name is Pete, and I’m a Runaholic

13 04 2012

I lapsed. I couldn’t resist it any more. During the winter I was ok; rain, wind, cold all helped me to stay away from my addiction. But then the sun came out, and the sky was blue and the air was warm, and I can see the green grass of Stonebarrow Hill from my desk at home and it was so tempting. So I lapsed. I went . . . for a run.

I know I said I wouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself. And then one thing leads to another and before you know it I’ve been for four runs. I’d like to be able to say I feel ashamed. But I don’t. I’m revelling in it. I love it. The warm air, the stunning views. I don’t care! I’m a runner again!

So now what? Well I can’t do the fun run in July. That would mean getting embarrased by hoards of eight-year olds! So that leaves The Challenge. Can I get from zero fitness to super fit fell running man in 12 weeks? No, but at least I can get to a point where I can get round the Challenge route without embarrasing myself too much, and hopefully without having a heart attack.

Current plan is to start with short runs, but more frequently, and build up from there. Have to bear in mind that even my short (4k) runs involve running up Stonebarrow Lane with about 150m of climb over 1k distance. Kill or cure?

Watch this space.

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