Hey all
Infrequent poster here, but stumbled across this thread and thought I'd chip in.
I'd always hated running.
Not through lack of fitness....I can walk in the hills all day...or go on an all-day epic mountain bike ride....but running ? I'd tried once or twice in the past, but I'd just get maybe 1/4 of a mile and be so out of breath and in so much discomfort that I'd give up, loathing it, and have no inclination to ever, ever try again.
So for several years, I've firmly been a mountain biker (as are several of my mates in our village), while my wife has been a keen fell runner (as are quite a few people in our village, several of whom are my mates' wives).
I'd had a partial meniscectomy (sp?) a few years ago which saw around a 1/3rd of the cartilage removed from my right knee, and I'd used that as a reason (excuse) not to run because I thought the impact could cause damage.
I started to feel a bit bad though, that my wife would occasionally come out for a ride with me, yet I wouldn't entertain the idea of returning the favour and running with her.
There was also an element of wanting to achieve something that had always beaten me.
So right at the start of 2020, I decided to have another go. But this time, more gradually. I decided I'd follow the Couch to 5k, as a means of getting into it in a more controlled manner.
First, I went to a local running shop and had a proper shoe fit, done on a treadmill with slo-mo video analysis of running style etc, so I gave myself the best chance of not injuring my knee.
To start with, I didn't want anyone else to know I was trying to run, apart from my wife.
Most times you walk down the road in our village, someone drives past who knows you....so I'd wait till late evening, drive 1/2 mile to a car park on a nearby trail, and do my deeds in the cold, wet, lonely darkness with a headtorch.
I carefully followed the C25K guidance for the first 2 or 3 weeks. Run for so long, walk for so long....and repeat.
Kept all my running activities private on Strava.
About 3 or 4 weeks in I felt like I could run for a bit longer at a time than the plan suggested.
So I gave it a go, and after about 4 weeks I managed to run 5k without any walking.
After all these years (I'm 46) of thinking I couldn't run - it felt like a great achievement.
It was time to "come out".
But to add a bit of excitement I decided to do a Parkrun as my first "public" run and go public on Strava to see the surprise of my riding & running mates.
My wife said she'd pace me, promising not to go too fast. I should have realised that was a complete and utter lie, and that she'd already decided what time I was going to run it in, and that time was quite a bit faster than I'd ever done. Also, she knew most of the pacers, and each time I went past one of the slower pacers, she'd tell them it was my first Parkrun, and they'd start shouting "support" from behind me, so I felt I couldn't slow down even though I felt like I was about to collapse and die.
Ended up doing my first Parkrun 5k in 23:39, which was way faster than I'd ever run, and was the reason I ended up leaning over a fence at the end trying not to vomit.
I felt elated though !
Since then, maybe once a week, I've been keeping it up. Now we're both WFH, I sometimes go out for lunchtime runs with my wife.
I've found I much prefer cross-country now, much prefer exploring offroad and getting plastered in mud (probably the same reasons I prefer offroad mountain biking than road riding).
There's less pressure on times - as it's all hilly, muddy terrain, it's naturally slower yet very challenging.
Have even bought a second pair of running shoes now, for more offroad terrain. Never thought that would ever happen. Still a way off the 10+ pairs my wife has though....
I can now run 10k XC and still be able to function relatively normally at the end and without several days of aching afterwards, and with hardly any walking on the hilly bits too.
I'll always prefer bikes to running, and I don't think I've fully got to the "enjoying it" stage of running yet, but it's a great feeling to conquer something that you always hated with a passion.