The keen observing faithful reader may have noticed that the picture suggests this is part of my ‘Happy Moment Tuesday’ series, but the title says otherwise. I decided to change to format a little bit. This reader may also remark today is not Tuesday. All I can say to that is: This is my blog, I’m such a rebel and #YOLO.
When I moved to London I didn’t take any running shoes with me. In Belgium I had been using my sister’s pair, because my ones had inexplicably shrunk while I was travelling in South America and gave me constant blisters. Is this a thing? I’m not sure, but I assure you it happened.
So for the past 4 weeks this has been my excuse for my extremely sedentary lifestyle.
You could just go out and buy yourself a new pair of running shoes, you say? That is certainly true, but I managed to convince myself of the fact that I was too poor to buy new trainers.
While my pockets aren’t exactly bursting with money at the moment this was still a rather unconvincing excuse, since I do manage to buy overpriced caffeinated beverages on the (almost) daily.
I then gave myself a reprimand for using thriftiness as a cover for laziness and headed out to my nearest Sports Direct to buy the much-needed running shoes. This included a 25-minute walk from the tube station to the shop in the pouring rain, so it’s fair to say that once I made up my mind I was pretty dedicated.
After using them a few times I am very happy with my purchase. I also downloaded a running app to have a schedule and goal to work towards. (Only 5k for now, yes I am pathetic) It’s basically a Flemish TV celebrity whispering encouragements in my ear while telling me how long to run for and when to take walking breaks. Who needs a personal coach when you have Evy?
So far, so good.
I may have also agreed to enrol myself into The Great South Run (10 miles) after being reassured by the fact it’s still 51 weeks away.
Given my not always present self-discipline when it comes to exercise, I might not keep this up, but I really hope I do. If I do I’ll keep you updated, if I don’t I’ll just hang my head in shame and get back to you when I’ve found yet another new way to sweat.
Anyway, it feels good to get my body moving again. Endorphins make me happy.