This morning I dragged myself out of bed at an hour that shouldn’t exist unless it involves skiing. I’ve been doing this for the past almost eight weeks (along with two friends) in an effort to be able to run 10km, which would be a Good Thing for me. And the weekend before last I surprised myself by actually being able to run 1okm. That’s ten kilometres. TEN! The first week of the training, I estimate I ran about three kilometres and nearly died. But now I’m one of those running people who I always used to feel sorry for when I walked my dog. Those running people who are puffing heavily, red in the face and completely unsmiling. However, I’m probably safe from being one of those running people permanently since I suspect that no matter how much a Good Thing it is, the running won’t stay with me after September 12 (date of “fun” run).
Things I have learnt:
- 5.45am exists even when there is no skiing involved
- The lake is very beautiful as dawn breaks
- Winter ends eventually
- There are more people than you think who voluntarily get out of bed in the wee hours of the morning and pay someone to yell at them while they do large amounts of physical exercise