Ok….. I’m almost 47. Wife of a fisherman & have a 27 year old son. I in a quiet village near Plymouth Devon.
I started running 3 & a half years ago when couldn’t get my fat thighs in my favourite jeans. I hated it at first & couldn’t even run for 2 minutes, but Then I discovered the positive effect it had on my mental health. I’ve lived with anxiety for 25 years but only realise that it was anxiety a few years ago. Running became my first love & it always turned a bad day into a good day. As my confidence grew I also outgrew the boring black workout gear & let my funky, side come out in a variety of bright, loud & funky leggings & tops.
I went from not running to doing a 5k, then Plymouth’s 10k & then I entered the ballot for the London marathon. London obviously didn’t happen this year but I still ran it virtually around the hilly country lanes near my home. It was hard, I hurt, but I felt awesome. It took just over 6 hours
[16:09, 31/12/2020] +102711: with a couple of pit stops to change out of my wet clothes. Hopefully my time will be better next year if we actually get to run it in london.
I also work out 4 or 5 times a week & do pilates & I knit. I talk openly about my mental health as I don’t feel it’s anything to be ashamed of & want people to know it’s ok to talk about it & it’s ok to not be ok.