My life seems to consist of trying to catch the sunrise on the way into work and the sunset on the way home.
Today I missed my lunch break but went home half an hour early, in time for a run in the remaining daylight.
It seemed really hard work, perhaps because it is now colder.
That reminds me of how I got into running in the first place.
15 years ago or so I had a colleague who was at least 10 years younger than me. One day she came into work telling me how she had attended a gym for the first time the previous evening and had not been able to run for 2 minutes without getting out of breath.
I remember thinking (not saying!) “Goodness, love, how can anybody not run for 2 minutes?”
That evening I got home, found an old pair of trainers and tracksuit bottoms (I know I’m showing my age) and went for a “run”…
It was November and very cold. After about 60 seconds my lungs were on fire, after 90 they felt as if they were going to explode!
I remember being quite shocked. It lead to me doing a Couch to 5K and I’ve been a runner to varying degrees ever since. Yay!