Diary of a fitness-phobe #4 – light at the end of the tunnel?

So, it seems I’m such a fitness-phobe I’m even hiding from fitness blogs now. Not to worry, lovely readers. I promised to blog more regularly this year and I always keep my promises.

Whilst we’re on the subject of promises and resolutions, you might remember I made the great terrible decision to run a 5K, swiftly followed by a 10K, by the end of 2018. As you can imagine, I’m just thrilled at the prospect. Even so, I’m sticking to my word and training has begun in earnest (sort of).

True to nature, I still enjoy ploughing my way through an entire bar of chocolate/ pizza/ bottle of wine (or all of the above).

But, and this is a big but, I am actually starting to see the very beginnings of actual progress. In other words, the light at the end of the 24-year long anti-fitness tunnel. Having started from ground zero and quite literally for running a minute at a time, I’m now able to run a full 5K. Pretty cool, right?

I thought so too. Until I tried to run just a smidge longer. For lack of better words, I died. So, whilst it seems consolidation of my 5K achievement is definitely required, I’d say I’m well on track to tick off a couple of my resolutions this year.

Don’t worry, though. I’m still very much a fitness-phobe at heart and I promise to regale you of the tales of my running woes much more this year. You’re welcome.