Being from Newcastle upon Tyne, ever since I was little, I’ve had “finish the Great North Run” on my bucket list. Well, this year in January the draw closed for general entry and my name was among those chosen.
It’s amusing to say that my mom acted a little bit like Dumbledore in the Goblet of Fire when she found out I had entered.
You see, I used to run cross country when I was younger. That was when I was 13. I’m now 23. That’s 10 years with no running, excluding my feeble attempts at holding a gym membership while at university. So, I’m pretty sure no one thinks I can do it, heck, can I even do it? Its a 13.1 mile run after all.
After I found out I had entered the Great North Run, I hadn’t much choice. Since I had a 10 year abstinence from running, I thought it best to get an early start. So, end January, I had began running. I paid for a “Zombies to 5k” application, I figured that if I started small and in 8 weeks could run 5k, it could be a pretty good start.
The app itself is fantastic, very much like the couch to 5k you have your own personal coach telling you when to run, walk, stretch and so on. But what really pushed me was the fact that I was becoming a ‘runner’, collecting supplies for Abel and escaping zombies. Come week four, I was running 5k, slowly, but I could do it. Then… I lost all motivation. I stopped running. The runs became harder yes, but I got wrapped up in my head about other things and eventually just gave up.
It’s now three month later and I haven’t ran at all. I need motivation. I’m not really sure why I’m blogging about this, perhaps saying it aloud somewhere will give me a push, or, I’m hoping for a miracle motivator in the comments. But really, I’m curious, does this ever happen to you? Have you ever started something and gave up hopelessly before finishing? Did you ever overcome the defeat?