Throughout my childhood I had a mixed relationship with sport and exercise. I was always outside playing with my friends, out on our bikes, skateboards, swings, playing rounders and walking around our village. As a child I went to dance classes but, inspired by Sporty Spice, I quit that and instead, took up in football and badminton. This was fine for a while, but my interest started to wane as I got older. My step dad would take my sister and I on long walks with the dog and we would trudge along, moaning that we were tired, fed up and hungry. He would make up stories to keep our interest and on those walks we became World War 2 soldiers or investigators or adventurers. However, as I got older I became more obsessed with music, TV, reading books and generally just sitting on my bum and through my teenage years, the most exercise I got was reluctantly walking the dog after school, after which I would sit at the computer MSN-ing my friends and eating crisps.
Needless to say, by the time I was 18, I was verging on being heavy and fat, but at that time I couldn’t care less or notice. I was happy, I was having fun and I didn’t think about what I was eating. Things began to get worse when I left school and had a variety of ‘life disasters’ in a short period of time, which meant that I turned to food to make me feel better. By January 2010, I weighed around 11 1/2 stone and was unfit, unmotivated and unhappy.
In February 2010, I caught glandular fever and was out of action for around 6 weeks. I lost around a stone very quickly as I couldn’t eat and when I started to feel better, I noticed a difference in myself and my appearance. The doctor told me I needed to stay active or I could end up with further illnesses. So, I motivated myself to get out the door. I started walking the dogs more regularly and with more drive. I would stick my iPod in and head off for miles of walking through the woods. Then, one day, I decided to try running. I decided to run two miles – one mile out from my house and one mile back. It was honestly one of the worst experiences of my life. I was out of breath, I felt sick, my legs were burning, but I was hooked.
From then on, running has changed me as a person. I have become a passionate lover of the outdoors, the rolling hills, scenery and trails. I am dedicated to pushing myself further to see what I am capable of. It has given me an outlet to calm my mind, something to share with others and finally, something that I enjoy. Since 2010, I have competed in 10ks, half marathons and marathons both on the roads and the trails. I’ve decided to share my journey on this blog so that I can share my passion with others, as I hope they can find as much joy in something as I do in running…….most of the time!