How I Got Back Into Running After A Lost Winter.
It all started about a month ago when I decided I couldn’t keep hiding myself away in my house. I tried walking into London but took a wrong turn at Wood Green and ended up following the road that takes you up past Alexandra Palace station and then around past the BBC tower.
That night there were many runners out in their fluorescent running gear. Walking up the hill around Alexandra Palace was exhausting and I wanted it to be over so I started jogging up the hill in my suit jacket and jeans. I was quite out of breath but annoyed with myself. It was great being outside again doing something.
Whenever I encountered another runner I began to run even though I was in a suit. I nodded to them like there was nothing wrong. I wasn’t running at all at the time but I knew I was still one and I’d find a way to get back into it.
From that night onwards I walked more and more and soon took up the low carbohydrate diet to try to build some momentum. Wherever I walked there would be the temptation to run and it didn’t matter if I was in Tottenham, Wood Green or King’s Cross, I’d fucking go through phases of just sprinting at bastards for the fun of it.
It took until last Thursday to actually go back out again for my first run of February. I woke up that morning with great energy and I knew it was time to do something.
The run fucking hurt like hell as I had no carbohydrate stores and my body was having to process fat to keep on moving. But I completed it.
Since then I’ve been running a lot. My focus is on moving for as long as possible to try to make it easier for my body to get used to the fat.
I don’t know what it is about running on fat, but I no longer care, worry or think when I run. There’s no anger or fear. My mind is still.
It’s good to be back and I want to see where this takes me. I’m down 9 pounds since the start of January and feeling good.