Mid-life crisis or lightbulb moment?
I’ve never been particularly sporty. I dipped my toe into running BC (before children) but the man who ran the club told me off for going too slow once and I never went back. Poor fella was just doing his job at trying to motivate me, but clearly hadn’t chosen his audience too well. Bear a grudge? Me? Never……
In 2014 my mate Stacey did the Great North Run and we met him at the finish line. And I got jealous. Jealous of the atmosphere, his new finishing T-Shirt and the fact that he was then entitled to be smug all day about it. So I entered. And got in. And did it. And didn’t collapse.
So I thought “in for a penny, in for a pound” and got a little bit obsessed with entering things.
In 2016 I ran over 1300 miles, 400odd of which were in organised events. And during this process I raised quite a bit of dosh for the Newcastle Hospitals Child Bereavement Unit.
At the end of 2016 I said that was it, running’s over for me.
But it turns out it’s a bit of a bug.
However this year, instead of just running a lot I’m also cycling a lot too. And swimming a bit. And I’ll try to blog a bit too.