100 miles in a month isn’t something I used to find overly difficult. I mean, I’m not suggesting I did it all the time, but I did it enough times when I was in my early to mid-20s that it wasn’t that huge of a deal. And then along came the mini man, and any kind of fitness crashed out of my life.
I can’t lie, I shamelessly stole this idea from a local charity (I’m going to be a little too honest here – one someone I’m close to used to work for, and they didn’t treat employees at all well, so I didn’t actually sign up, I just did the distance. I’ll give to someone a little better, I promise).
Anyway, I found this quite motivating. I timed it poorly. I don’t think I’d run more than 6-8kms in one go in over a year going into this, I finished it with four 10km runs in consecutive days, having stumped myself with my brother’s stag. I can’t pretend I found that easy.
Major pros: the point of this is to form a habit. I hope it will continue, but I have found that running on lunch breaks at works is a great way to get some exercise in, and I’ve no idea why I didn’t do it before. Having to run naturally adjusts my diet for the better: there’s no temptation to eat stodge when you know you have to run for 45 minutes not long
I’m still slow – around 26 minutes for 5k and significantly slower per km for a 10k – and I have a lot of work to do if I’m going to get around a Westport 10k I’ve signed up for in July in a decent time (hills!).
Still, a noticeable chunk of weight lost (about half a stone) and I feel a lot better about myself after all this. Progress.