
A couple of weeks back I did my first organised run, which was a 5K on Blackpool sea front. I was somewhat dreading it, but I’m really pleased with how I did.
I’ve only been running for a few months and it’s the first time I’ve been pounding the pavements since my 20’s. Even back then, it was the odd run on the canal while I was bored due to unemployment. It was sporadic at best and I never stuck to it once I finally found employment. I wish I had, but that’s the folly of youth and the dreaded hindsight.
I remember being quite good at sprinting when I was at school, and for a short while I also thought I’d take up long distance running. I did one organised run (aside from the runs I did at school), came near last, and stopped bothering about carrying on with it.
Fast forward to today, where I’m on the cusp of 40 and I’m worn out from the daily grind and the constant tiredness that comes with parenting two kids. I decided I needed to do something to make me feel better about myself, give me more energy, and generally just be healthier. That something was running.
I’d be lying if I said it was just me who decided to get out there and run, as it’s thanks to my wife. She hit upon the same realisation as me over a year ago, and she was someone who absolutely detested the idea of running. Since she started, she’s regularly running longer than a 5K, has joined an all-female running club, and has done many organised races. This includes the London Landmark’s Half Marathon that she did earlier this year.
Aside from wanting to do it for the challenge, she also did this to raise money for Guide Dogs UK (our daughter has a severe visual impairment, amongst other complications) and ended up raising over an incredible £8,000. To say I’m incredibly proud of her is an understatement.
Anyway, while I don’t think I’ll be running a half marathon anytime soon, I do want to regularly do at least a 5K every week, and I’ve been spending weeks building myself up to that.
I started doing the Couch to 5K Challenge using the handy NHS app. It does a fantastic job of getting you up off the sofa and easing you into it. However, about halfway through, I decided to ditch it and just go at my own pace. The reason for this is that I felt it was holding me back. By the halfway point I always wanted to carry on running for a couple of extra minutes when it was telling me in my ear to stop and walk. I felt like I’d just got past the point of needing to be directed and would just slow my pace or walk when my body was telling me to.
I also switched up my regular running route to one that would take me through fewer windy streets where I had to cross roads every few hundred metres. It’s now a long stretch by a main road where I don’t have to contend with as many crossings. Plus, it just feels better on my legs and feet, with the added bonus of it being downhill for half of it. Though the route back is obviously the opposite!
I had a few problems with my right foot for one week, so I had to take some time off to recover. When I got back on it, I decided to just try for a full 5k as I knew I had the Blackpool race coming up. I finished it in 35 minutes 13 seconds, which I was really pleased with. Although I was sweating like a pig when I finished and my legs felt like jelly.
I find the hardest part of running is not being out of breath, but dealing with aching legs and trying to push through it. By the time I was running down Blackpool sea front with my wife, it was the opposite as I had to slow down once I got to the halfway point and my lungs needed a rest. But it was 25 degrees (77 degrees to any Americans who stumble across my blog) with very little breeze, and very humid. At the halfway point I took a bottle of water from a steward handing them out and walked for a bit, guzzling the whole bottle in about 30 seconds. For the rest of the race, I alternated between a few minutes running and a minute walking.

My final time? 34 minutes 31 seconds, shaving a good chunk off my original 5k time. I crossed that finish line feeling awesome. Then I looked at my watch and realised it had only tracked 4.87km. But it’s all semantics, as the course was measured to be 5k and I know I did that distance. To hell with my Strava.
The race was on Sunday 12 July. I took some time off to recover and…. I just never went back to it. I’ve been using the excuse of the heatwave we’ve been having here in England, but I need to stop being lazy and get back on it. So, after work tomorrow, I’m heading out to do another 5k. I’ll keep doing the 5k’s for a bit now until I feel comfortable enough to increase that distance.
I guess I can now call myself a runner.






