Little steps

My fitness journey didn’t start with a marathon.

It started one evening in lockdown, in a park in the dusk with a battered old pair of trainers.

Feeling how my mind and body were struggling with so little movement in my daily life.

And having a playful experiment to find a way of running that didn’t jar my shins. No real expectations, just exploring how I could move better.

Suddenly I was moving across the grass lightly. And it didn’t hurt.

From there I moved to C25k, which built me up gently week to week.

And then I joined https://farehamrunningclub.com, where being surrounded by friendly passionate people expanded my concept of what was possible.

When I first heard people talk about their marathons planned and completed I was amazed, it felt utterly out of reach. Something I would never do.

But there’s something magical about being around people who do things you’d never dreamed of.

It becomes normal. Natural. Something that you can plan to do, and achieve.

And before you know it, it’s something you dare to dream about too.

Dare to enter. Dare to train. Dare to start.

And before you know it you reach a finish line you never dreamed you’d cross.

One step after another.