Today, I ran as fast as I could for 8mins 35secs, shaving 5secs off my PB for that distance. It was exhilarating! As I took a shower, I was thinking about the speed I could manage when I started running a few years ago – I might have looked like a ‘jogger.’
Jogging is defined as ‘the activity of running at a steady, gentle pace as a form of physical exercise’.
But nothing about my running experience has ever been ‘gentle.’ It’s always been a huge challenge. What appeared to some people as ‘jogging’ was usually my maximum effort at that time. Continue reading
Yesterday, I ran the Anglesey Half Marathon, starting and finishing in my home town. These were my highlights:
My friends and family expressing as much pride that I got up at 6am as that I was about to run over 13miles.
Attaching my number bib using the same safety pins that I had for my Continue reading
Knowledge and awareness are not the same thing.
This was my thought as I stepped into the shower after a quick run. I’d been thinking back to when running 1.2km was impossible. One of the reasons for this was that I held my breath.
If someone had asked me, Continue reading
Running. It’s on today’s to-do list. Running.
You’re sleepy, Hannah, stay in bed.
Yes, I certainly am, Excuses. But I’m always sleepy in the morning…for a good 2-12 hours!
Ha. Is that a headache you’ve got? A little pain in your right temple. Don’t go. Running with a headache is a bad idea and you won’t want it to get worse…
Shh, I just need to stretch my neck.
Eww, that rain isn’t going to be nice to run in, Hannah. Listen to the pitter-patter on your skylight. There, you might be able to sit up and yawn, but I see those anxious eyes. Continue reading
2004: I watched the Olympics and determined to visit Greece one day. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams to be a world-class runner were quickly dashed by my reluctance to leave the house.
2008: I watched the Beijing Olympics in bed and marvelled at the opening ceremony. I was blown away by the skill of the athletes; but my dreams of achieving a long-jump record were thwarted by laziness and migraines.
2012: I watched the London Olympics and was proud of our country. I was so impressed with what I saw, and jealous of the people who made their dreams a reality; but I knew what commitment it took and that it could never be my highest priority.
2016: I’m ready! Continue reading
There’s a point at which the pain of not trying something you want to do becomes greater than the pain that will possibly come from doing it.
That’s how it was with me and running. And that’s how it was with me and writing. Perhaps it sounds like a negative way of looking at things, but in many ways it isn’t.
All I know is that there came a time when the burden of wanting to be able to run became too great. There was a time when the burden of wanting to write became too great.
I once cried because I couldn’t bring myself to run 800m, not because I had done it and felt pain. I once read a brilliant book with jealously because I wished I had the courage to write one myself, not because I’d written one and found it to be a difficult process. Each happening strengthened my resolve and made things clearer. Continue reading