I reckon everyone needs at least one hobby.
This winter just gone has not been conducive to leaving the house, let alone hobbies, but as the weather started to clear up I started to get the itch that I needed to get out and do something. I must have spent at least two weeks trying to work out what I wanted to do as a hobby, toying with all sorts of ideas and feeling like nothing really 'fitted'...well, except running.
Running is something I have always dismissed as 'just not me'. I am not the most athletic (understatement), I have wonky joints and occasionally my lungs rebel against me. On paper, the concept of me running just doesn't add up (and causes a fair amount of amusement). However, the more I tried to think of a hobby, the more running stood out as something I needed to do.
Feeling the need to do something that makes you feel scared and uncomfortable is a pretty weird place to be. It is a place where you are excited and queasy, where you think you know what to expect, but you don't really. It is also a place, if you are the type of person I am, where you jump in boots and all just because you can't help yourself.
Now, don't get me wrong, just because I've decided to do something it doesn't mean that all my fears and inhibitions have disappeared. Oh no, they are there, I just start doing an insane amount of research to 'manage' them.
Through research I established that the most sensible way to start running when you are horribly unfit is to follow a programme (I also established that you needed decent trainers and a serious bra, but I will save those stories for another day) . There are loads of programmes out there, with all sorts of aims and levels of commitment, but I chose a run/walk programme for beginners.
Programme in place and all fired up, I headed out on my very first run. And you know what, it wasn't so bad, in fact, it even felt a little bit good! Yeah I hurt, but in a good way not in the 'I'm injured' way that I had feared. It was these good feelings (and all the endorphins careering around my system) that spurred me on to, well, run again (and again, and again).
Over the last couple of weeks I have become a running convert (I blame the endorphins) - I can't stop talking about how much I am enjoying myself, and I can't wait to go on my next run. I have found that exercise gave me a new perspective and an enhanced sense of wellness - it is time that I can focus on myself and clear my head.
I am now training for a 10k in October, and I will be charting the ups and downs of my training here.