Confessions of a non-runner

Tuesday, 13 January 2015


I'm not a runner. I wish I was. But it doesn't come naturally to me at all.

My husband on the other hand will run for 10 miles quite happily. Because he wants to! Uch. I can't ever imagine a day when I choose to run that kind of distance.

What I have noticed is that, although I'm crap at it (at the moment), I'm a better person when I run. This hit me like a tonne of bricks on Sunday. 

I hadn't run for weeks. Who am I kidding... months! And I wasn't feeling good about it. I'm very much motivated by guilt. When my husband runs, I feel like a complete sloth in comparison, so will usually haul my lazy ass out the door. After a (literal) kick up the bum on Sunday I headed out for a 3km run. Not particularly far, but better than nothing.

The first half was amazing. I felt fantastic. Free. Elated. Alive. Happy. The rest of it sucked, but I have to focus on the first bit if I'm ever going to get out there again.

The part that has really stuck with me is how I felt for the rest of the day. We all know that exercise makes you feel happier, but running seems to give me more motivation in general. I have ideas after I've run and I want to get up and do things.

It's finally dawned on me that to be the best version of me that I can be, I need to run. And I need to remind myself of that next time the lazy little troll in my head tries to tell me otherwise. 

So I'm getting out the big guns. Four fail-proof motivational butt kicks that should help to keep me on track.

A workout buddy. I told you, I'm motivated by guilt. The only surefire way to get me moving is someone else telling me that they're doing it. Sad, but true. My husband has declared 2015 as the year he runs a marathon. That's not going to happen for me, but his training should motivate me to at least up my 3km to 5km. Maybe even 10.....

Instagram guilt. Most mornings I've had a cheeky scroll through my Instagram feed before I've even managed my first sip of coffee. So, tapping into that guilt factor again, I've discovered some revoltingly fit people to follow whose early morning runs/spinning sessions/beach yoga help to take me from 'can't be arsed' to 'still can't be arsed, but I'm going anyway'.

Plan, plan, plan. I talked yesterday about making more of an effort to plan out my weeks. I intend to include workouts in that. I'm far more likely to get out if I've written it down and decided when I'm going in advance. For January, I'm combining running with Yoga with Adrienne's 30 Days of Yoga programme; so that's daily yoga routines in the morning and (hopefully) three runs a week. 

Have a goal. I'm not going to do anything stupid like sign up for a half marathon, but I would like to push myself a bit. Who knows, I might surprise myself. My goal is to run 10km this year. I'd never consider aiming for that before but, for some reason, for the first time this year I thought... why not!? 

For now, I'll stick to my trusty little 3km route, but you'll be the first to know when I tip the 5km.

What motivates you to get active? I need all the help I can get.

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