For some reason I woke up and decided that instead of going to the gym like I had planned I would go for a very brief run instead. I put on my running kit, which always makes me feel more motivated, opened my running app (that hadn’t been used in months), and started to jog.
It hurt and I was so out of breath, and the whole ordeal lasted 10 pathetic minutes, but I did it. I actually ran a mile. A mile is just under 1700m, and I ran just over that to be sure. It was horrendous and painful and embarrassing…but also actually kind of amazing.
I felt really, really good afterwards as well. Not sure if I can incorporate this into my regular routine given that I am not in a healthy place mentally or physically right now, but I think I am getting to the stage in my recovery where I can.
Watch this space… 🙂