I ran 5k for the first time on Thursday and I still feel like I've been beaten up. I'm absolutely not going to moan about it though because I RAN 5K FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THURSDAY.
Running has never been my "thing" - for one, when I was that bit heavier it just hurt too much and I was too unfit to last very long. Now I'm skinnified and much fitter, it's become gradually easier. The main block for me has definitely been psychological, though, as Thursday proved. I initially got on the treadmill thinking "oh I won't last longer than 15 minutes, short workout, I'll be home early" but then I stuck my ipod on shuffle and started getting into songs I hadn't heard in months and all of a sudden it was twenty minutes, then thirty, then thirty-seven minutes and fifty-one seconds and I'd run five kilometres and it didn't hurt and I wasn't out of breath although ridiculously sweaty and unable to focus on anything not directly in front of me for a second.
Oran's just loaded up our new 250GB media server (love) with 40GB of music from his office's media server (fricking cool office) so I shall be sourcing new and exciting music for my next treadmill excursion. My main new year's resolution was to be able to run 10k by the end of the year, and bloody hell, it looks like I'm going to make it.