So it appears I’m on a bit of a footwear/photographs of my belly and feet theme this week, and for that I only half apologise (the belly picture half).
So this time last year when I was back home and on a health kick I really got it into running. I’d always fancied the idea of being a runner, mainly because I’d always liked walking with music in my ears, and picking up the pace a little seemed like the logical next step, however, having always been notoriously slow at track and races, I’d never felt confident enough to put on those trainers and see what my legs could do. In fact until this time last year, I hadn’t even owned a pair of trainers since leaving school.
So what changed? Well, I was home waitressing, trying to work out where I was going with my life, and probably, more than anything, feeling the need to prove that I could change something that seemed unchangeable. I couldn’t force some one to give me a job, I couldn’t see into the future and find out if I’d been right to follow my heart all along, but I could buy a pair of trainers. So that’s what I did.
And gradually I felt my fitness improve. I became a runner. Sure, I was a lumbering along, uncoordinated,not so glamorous runner. But I was a runner none the less. I proved to myself that I could change things, and it wasn’t long until ‘going for a run’ wasn’t something that I told myself to do, it was just something I did.
But then life changed. Thankfully, it turns out that I was right to follow my heart, and I didn’t have to force somebody to give me my dream job, I just had to interview for it. I packed up home, and jacked in waitressing and moved to a whole new life. A life where running was quickly forgotten about.
Occasionally in those first few months I’d make it out the house, and half way up the hill, but more often than not, when I was half way up I’d soon come back down again, like a really bad Duke of York impersonator.
When things got a little Dark and Twisty for me at the end of last year, I once again had slipped back into the belief that I couldn’t change the things I wanted too. I think we all have these relapses?
At the beginning of April, I decided enough was enough. 2015 had already seen me change my diet and my outlook. I could be a runner again if I wanted too, all I had to do was put my trainers on. And so that’s what I did. It started off as once a week, and now nearly a year after I first began running I’m back into a regular routine. I’m a runner again.
I’m still not very fast, and I don’t pay much attention to how far I go, and I have no intention of signing up for any kind of race just yet, but that doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that I put the trainers on and made the change I wanted to happen.
And it really is as simple as that. If I get home from work, and really don’t fancy going for a run, but know it’s been a couple of days and I will feel better afterwards, I tell myself ‘just put your trainers on, and if you still can’t be bothered then you can stay in.’ Never once have I put my trainers on only to take them off again.
So whatever it is that you want to change whether it’s your fitness, your job, or your hairstyle, taking control can seem daunting, but just putting your trainers on? Taking one step? That’s easy. You can do that, and more. Happy Friday everyone.
Live life & put your trainers on x