This is my running jar. Every time I lace up and get outside and run I add another stone. As you can see it’s time for another jar.
Back in august of 2016 I laced up some runners, went outside and started on the C25K journey. The first day was the worst. Mostly before actually starting it and because my brain kept coming up with new and exciting ways I would fail.
But I didn’t fail. (Take that, brain.)
The newest stone in the jar is a bit special because it commemorates my 75th run. I’ve breezed through warm days with the sun on my face. I’ve plodded along on rainy days with almost frozen drops pelting me. I’ve schlepped over snow covered paths convinced any second I’d wind up slipping on a hidden bit of ice.
These are the running pants I wear most days. They started off with crisp reflective stripes down one leg and now they’re looking a bit worse for wear. I pretend that what I always liked to think of as my racing stripes have worn off from the high velocity breezes that they’re subjected to when I run.
The going has at times been hard (and still is to be honest) but at the end of each run, as sweat is pouring down my face, I can’t help but smile.
A more in depth review of my C25K experience is in the works and any time anyone wants join in with their own experiences I would love that!