Shit, everyone will be looking at the awkward and unfit looking one. Everyone will know I am a fraud, that I can’t run, that I won’t finish, that I will fall over. I don’t belong here.
The moment I gave myself permission to be a bit more chilled about getting things done... the more I actually GOT things done because I wasn't sat in my whirlwind of thoughts, absolutely paralysed by the amount of things I thought I HAD to do.
I’m sat here typing as a last ditch attempt to focus my mind on something other than how hap-hazard my breathing is.
"When I became a runner it was perceived as a lonely pastime but for me the hook was solitude."
“Sometimes you have to be selfish to be selfless”.
To “chill out” my head, in the same way that we would ice our ankle, foot, quads…
I’m not too shy about banging on about Run Talk Run to everyone I meet. I often get asked “how did this all come about” so I’ll give you a very brief timeline of how things have developed!