For almost a year now I’ve been running two or three mornings a week. It started when I was talking to my neighbor Greg who used to do loads of running when he was in the army but had fallen out of practice and wanted to get moving again. I had done a little bit before and had kind of enjoyed it, and also knew I needed to shift a few pounds as I was really porking out.
So we started pretty light, largely by necessity as going two miles would pretty much kill us. I think the important thing was getting in a routine, which we did pretty well. My weight wasn’t going down yet but that was because I went on rewarding myself with food: I had run a mile and a half so I totally deserved cake. And fries. And beer.
We took a break over winter but I joined the YMCA and got in the rhythm of working out two or three times a week which I found made a really positive difference when we started running again in March, and I’m still going, usually alternating mornings of running or going to the gym.
I’ve been pretty amazed at how my increasingly creaky old self has gotten used to this. I haven’t had any aches or pains to speak of, and despite getting up so early every day I actually find I have much more energy than when I sleep in. Also my running distances have gotten way further – at weekends I’ve been doing 9, 10 or even 12 mile runs and feeling great for it. Also I finally started watching my food and drink intake and have lost 16 pounds in the last four months to get to 170 pounds. I still want to hit 160 but that feels fairly achievable as long as I keep focussed on not snacking or overdoing portion sizes. Wii Fit suggests that I should be down to 145 pounds but that seems slightly insane!