So I was talking to someone the other week and some flippant comment they made really annoyed me – they said 55 minutes was really slow for a 10k and they could easily do it in 40 minutes (the comments weren’t directed at me, but they hit a nerve). It got me thinking, why do some people feel the need to judge others’ achievements? One man’s idea of running may be another man’s idea of jogging (see fab article above), but I salute anyone who takes the leap from the sofa to the road or treadmill.
I know what my limitations are – I am never going to be athlete or club level fast and I am resigned to that, but if I feel out of puff at the end of a race or training session then I know what I have done is the best that I can do at the time.
It’s the struggle that counts, not the end the result. This is me in September 2011 (above). What was supposed to be an adventure at the time – climbing Kilimanjaro – ended up changing my life forever. I realised that I had to change. I needed to sort my sh*t out and get myself fit and healthy before I ended up with diabetes and health problems at the grand old age of 31!
By December 2011, I had lost nearly 2 stone (see above) through sheer determination and a desire to change. And this is me now (below).
I am comfortable in my own skin and I am proud of my achievements. I won’t win any 10k races, that I do know, but what I will hopefully win is respect for trying.