After running the 5k Brent Knoll route over the Easter weekend I shocked myself. Never have I planned, enjoyed and commited to running that length before. Since my teenage years of being made to run cross-country at secondary school I have hated long distance running. My face goes bright red, I can't breath and it hurts. There was nothing enjoyable about that. Even this time last year, the thought of running for 3 miles straight, without stopping or walking seemed like an alien concept. But now I'm taking time out of bank holidays, lazing in the hot tub and drinking bubbles to run, for fun! This is a big turning point and one to be recognised. Even if I don't make it around the 13.1 mile route on September the 11th 2011, I've accomplished something already that I'm really proud of. It's even got to the point that if I don't run for the same length or further in a week I feel anxious, nervous and guilty. These feelings have replace relief, joy and pleasure. Maddness is brilliant.
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