My first official run since I was ten years old saw me lugging my inactive bum along 6.5km of very hilly road, over 3km of which comprised a steady (and seemingly endless) uphill slog. I am now 26 years old, so that’s how long it’s been since I last tried to look cool with a number safety-pinned to my top.
I finished in one hour. Not great, but I’m more than satisfied. I don’t do hills. In fact, I don’t even run all that well. But it was for a bit of a challenge and for charity so I had a good time. I even finished 7th among the women, a feat that isn’t nearly as impressive as it sounds because I don’t think there were all that many women running to start with.
Next up: my 10km next weekend. I can do this. I think I can.
