In September I noticed I was out of breath when I got to the top of our stairs in our house. Enter running shoes.
I ran and I ran. I ran until I could do 5km without stopping. Then I did 5km twice a week.
I decided to challenge myself to doing 25 new things before my 25th birthday, and a 10km run was one of them.
Bank holiday Monday, I plug myself into Strava. I ran and ran. I had a clicky hip and a blister on the bottom of my toe. I got lost. I ran for an hour and twenty minutes and I accidentally ran 16km. (whoops!) Direction is not my strongest sense!
Luckily, Tom is so good at navigation that I call him Tomtom. He’ll be in charge of map reading next year!