Quite frankly I’m a bit pooped

19 May

I am writing this fresh from ‘going for a run’. When I say fresh, I mean fresh – I’m slightly moist and clammy and my intergluteal cleft will be leaving a damp patch on the chair. This wasn’t just any old run though. It was my first ever run in what have been 35 pedestrian years of life.

When I say I’ve been for a run, I ought to qualify that. What I’ve actually done is embark on the NHS’s Couch to 5k regime. The website describes it as follows: the “C25K plan is designed to get just about anyone off the couch and running 5km in nine weeks.” I’m delighted that I have proved myself to be “just about anyone” – for me that’s practically an Olympic gold medal – and not someone whose arse has become truly and irreversibly melded to the couch.

I’m not ashamed to admit it was touch and go though. I’ve been thinking about dusting off the trainers for a good couple of weeks after hearing of a friend’s success with C25K (I even downloaded the podcasts a week ago) but I then made polite excuses and slowly sank deeper into the sofa. I was too tired. I was too hungry. I’d got flat feet (but then someone told me that Linford Christie has too – sigh). There might be a nuclear holocaust whilst I was out and I really ought to be at home near my kids.

And so tonight I at last struggled into my industrial strength sports bra (I’m not bragging – to be honest it’s not entirely needed and any post-breastfeeding mother will testify to the inevitable disappointment in that area). I was a little out of puff after getting the bra on and that really didn’t bode well. Yet I got out the door (having also added tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt to the sports bra in case you were wondering) and returned having run for a whole EIGHT MINUTES. Okay, so it was 60 seconds of running followed by 90 seconds of brisk walking but it was still eight minutes. Yay for me and all the couch tatties in the world! (Hell’s bells, I’m pooped though.)

I’m measuring the success of this run on four important criteria:

  1. Did my pelvic floor hold out? YES (I didn’t stray far from home just in case …)
  2. Did I trip over any uneven pavement and knock my front teeth out? NO
  3. Was I chased by any dogs? NO
  4. Did anyone see me? NO. Well apart from one elderly man who I waved at so as to disguise my lack of style. And what better way to make it look like I wasn’t running like a girl than by flapping my arms?

I’d tentatively say that tonight was a success. I’ll never be a runner, nor will I be kitting myself out in lycra or getting ‘in the zone’ as I thunder around the local recreation ground dodging the dog muck. But as with any sporting achievement for the girl who was always picked last in PE, it can only be good for me.

7 Responses to “Quite frankly I’m a bit pooped”

  1. Tatia May 20, 2012 at 5:38 am #

    Yeay you are writing again and running!! Good for you! You must have felt great afterwards, you wait soon you will be out there running twice around the park and I wouldn’t just yet say ‘never’ to lycra, you never know:). X

  2. Ella May 20, 2012 at 6:11 am #

    Ha! Brilliant! Just to warn you – have jet completed week 6 and I am wearing Lycra …

    • Crumbs & Pegs May 20, 2012 at 7:36 am #

      If lycra makes it easier I’m willing to try it! x

  3. Muddling Along May 21, 2012 at 3:38 pm #

    Well done – did a couch to 5k after Littler was born and it was incredible

    Only thing now is that I really must get back into it after having been all fair weather about it over the winter

    Good luck!

    • Crumbs & Pegs May 21, 2012 at 11:23 pm #

      Hearing lots of positive things from people so will stick at it. Until it rains of course! And still not convinced I was meant to run!

  4. Lisa August 27, 2012 at 8:03 am #

    LOL! I started Couch to 5K in January and can now actually run for a decent distance. However, I remember the early weeks only too well. People recommend that you wear a high visibility vest so that traffic can see you and you stay safe. Such was my shame at my poor attempts at running that I dressed all in black. “Let me due for my own sake” was the message I tried to project.

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