Someone much funnier and wiser than me once said that the day he saw a jogger smile would be the day he gave it a go.
Needless to say he has never jogged a day in his life and up until 5-weeks ago, neither had I.
Following a particularly sad time in our lives, the Greek God(zilla) and I decided we needed something positive to focus on and embarked on a 9-week training programme to get our hands out of the family pack of Minstrels and running 5k (about 30 minutes without stopping).
All we had to do in the first week was alternate 60-seconds of running and 90-seconds of walking for 20-minutes.
We both came back dripping in sweat, bright red in the face and unable to speak.
When the workout was over, I burst into tears. In fact, this happened after my first 6 or 7 runs. I am not sure if the tears were out of relief that it was finally over, or if exercising had cleared the emotional cobwebs a bit.
Either way, I knew I had to keep going if I had any hope of ever achieving a healthier lifestyle.
I can be a bit faddish you see… gym memberships signed and canceled, diets started and broken, clothes fitting and not fitting.
I had to break the cycle.
I had to find something and I had to STICK with it.
It had to cost not one penny.
The thought of having to up the running bit to 90-seconds the following week seemed impossible but using our newly buffed up friends as thinspiration we somehow managed it.
By week 3 we were running along the beach in Crete for 3-minutes without stopping.
So chuffed beyond belief were we at being able to complete 3 whole minutes in one go, that at the end of each workout we would high-five each other in triumph.
I can only imagine what the people actually running properly along the beach must have thought of us with our two repetitions of 90-seconds of running, 90-seconds of walking, 3-minutes of running and 3-minutes of walking then collapsing onto each other and cheering like we had just completed the London marathon, twice over.
We are halfway through the programme now and this weekend, we both ran for 20-minutes without stopping.
It seems quite remarkable when just 5-weeks ago we were struggling to keep going for 60-seconds.
It was definitely the first 2-weeks of the programme that felt the most punishing.
Although, I still would not say that jogging is fun.
I do not wake up in the morning and think Oh, what a lovely day for a run!
I wake up and think if I go now then I won’t have to think about it again for another 2 days.
While I do feel a sense of achievement every time I manage to jog for a bit longer than the time before, I am yet to experience that high that some people talk about.
I do not love jogging.
Although, I do not hate it quite as much anymore either.
But, I’ve still yet to see a jogger smile.
Couch to 5k or Couch Potato?