Sport wise, my first love is running. I went from couch to 5k to 10k to running club, to 1/2 marathons to marathon (only only 1, but I ticked it off and went back to 1/2’s).
I had a regular running buddy in work, but last year she left, and gradually I dropped away from running. At the weekend I realised I really missed it, and on Monday, put my running shoes on and went for a wee 4k run. It hurt. My breathing was rubbish and my legs were killing me. When I finished I was done in and felt great that I’d actually taken that first painful step.
Yesterday I did the same route and it was a lot easier. I knew now how unfit I was and allowed for that in my pace. As a result my breathing was ok, and when I finished, I felt better than I had on Monday.
It’s going to be a slow road back to anywhere near where I was at, but I’ve done that first run and that’s the hardest thing to do.