I’m all dressed up and geared up and ready to go on my first morning run in a long while. My first outdoor run in an even longer while. And technically it’s not morning much longer. I’m holding back. I’m scared. Scared to finally get started on this. Scared to commit. Scared to possibly fail. Scared that people will see me. Scared of making a fool of myself. Scared of how this run will make me feel.
This is the first of (hopefully) a long series of daily 5k morning runs*. I don’t actually expect to run much of my 5k today. My plan is to stick to just one(!) km today, and to gradually increase over the next days and weeks. I’m embarrassed to even admit in writing what shape I’m in lately. But this is not supposed to be a race. I hope to make this a ritual, not a fitness competition with myself (or others)! Some days I’ll be super energetic and run fast! Some days I’ll rather need to go at a contemplative slow pace to clear my mind. And other days I’ll be sick and tired or injured and just walk the whole way.
Well, here’s goes first. Okey. Let’s go!