At this morning’s parkrun, I finally managed to do something I’ve wanted to do forever – I ran 5km. Without walking. I know for many of you, that’s not a big achievement, but for me it was that illusive goal that I didn’t think I’d ever reach.
I almost didn’t get out of bed – a week of work has left me feeling tired and I was tempted to sleep in. When I made it down to the river, I could see it was an absolutely beautiful morning for running and was glad I hadn’t let myself stay in bed.
Once the starting gun went, I can’t say I had a particular plan or even an intention to run it all today. I was just trying to stick with my goal of ‘running happy’. Run when I want to, walk when I don’t. And it just happened today that I wanted to run. Even after I got tangled in the lead of one of our parkdogs, I still didn’t let it faze me and I kept running.
The only place where I even thought about walking was not too far from the finish line as that’s where I’m traditionally gathering the energy for a final burst across the finish. But I just kept plodding along steadily and had the hugest grin while I crossed the finish.
I didn’t run a PB time-wise but I really didn’t care – it wasn’t about speed today (not that it ever is for me!), it was all about running and achieving a goal I had thought I never would achieve. Even better, my foot held up well and didn’t give me pain, either during or after the run. I’m crossing my fingers that it won’t be too creaky when I wake up in the morning.