Happy 2015! Another year, and another flood of people make New Year’s resolutions to get fit.
For me, getting into fitness came naturally. My Dad is a fell runner so I grew up thinking that it was perfectly sane and normal to go out with a headtorch in torrential rain, and run around in a bog in the dark – it is isn’t it?
Growing up with race memorabilia scattered here and there around the house made me eager to try out running, but with some big shoes to fill. There are countless help guides for getting into running, but everyone’s journey is different. For me it took an old copy of Zest magazine to spur me into action. Zest was a London based fitness magazine, which unfortunately has recently been discontinued. Unlike most women’s magazines it was not focused on weight loss and fashion models, but on all round health and peace of mind. The positive vibe of this magazine got me straight into my trainers and out the door.
I had a good baseline of fitness from swimming lessons, so I found myself in a limbo between complete beginner and not feeling good enough to join a club. I saw running on my own as the only way forward. The solitary time with my thoughts, iPod and later on a GPS gave me an outlet I still haven’t managed to replicate.
I find that I have a strange attachment to my running routes. I have cried on them, felt exhilaration on them, and pushed myself to new heights. Revisiting an old route is like calling on an old friend; we have been through so much together.
I would really like to hear from you if you are hoping to get into running, or your story of how you started. Feel free to comment below.
Lycra love x