The start of the journey |
So I was fat, 40 and totally unfit, weighing in at a whopping 16stone I was the size of an actual small country, when a friend’s mum had just passed away with cancer and she asked me to keep her company at a race for life event. It was only 5k but it might as well have been a marathon!
A week later I was on the start line of what was going to be my very first attempt of any kind of physical exercise since back in the day when I was a gangly teenager! Here I was stood, dressed in an extremely snug fitting pink T-Shirt looking like what can only be described as a blancmange gone wrong, I mean how hard can running 5k be!!!!!
I will tell you how hard running a 5k is but let me get my breath back first!
It was HARD I had never experienced pain like it! I thought I was going to die right there and then in the middle of a forest, being trampled on by a herd of overly energetic ladies dressed in bright pink!
But out of somewhere, and I mean it must have been very deep within, I managed to jog, walk and then practically crawl over the finish line, in what I can only describe a very good impression of an over weight, overheated menopausal ‘fat lass’! Oh hold on, that’s because I actually was!
Still having fun several years on, and a lot fitter! |
But the feeling that was running through me, and at a faster pace than my 5k I have to add, when I crossed the finish line was like no other feeling I had ever experienced before, I was buzzing and I knew I had to repeat those feelings again and soon.
And it was that moment I made a deal with myself that the next time I was stupid enough to agree to anything like this ever again, I would be less Percy Pig and more Pink Panther like!
And so the fun began!
Nic K