Thanks to several training programmes, by John 'the penguin' Bingham and Jeff Galloway, I now run at least 45 minutes at a time. And on Sundays I even run for two hours, when I run to Westendorp (which they still haven't put back by the way) and back. On Sundays I joyfully fall into my husband's arms, after fifteen years of marriage. Not because I'm overwhelmed by love, but because my legs feel like rubber.
But now here's the thing: it takes at least fortyfive minutes to run fortyfive minutes! And because my inner running snob feels that she's too good for a thirty minute run, it just so happened I almost didn't run at all.
I was lying on the couch, being bored and busy talking to myself: 'Thirty minutes isn't worth the trouble, so I won't go. It's not my fault we had people over all day, is it? If there'd been time I wóúld have run to Westendorp, really I would have! Besides: now I'm too tired. Are there any chips left?'
In his book You can do it, Jeff Galloway says these kind of thoughts come from the left side of the brain. The left side of the brain is always afraid to exert itself, and prefers to lie around on the couch with a big bag of chips. The left side of the brain reminds me a lot of me.
But while I lay there going nowhere, I felt more and more depressed. So when my left side of the brain wasn't looking I quickly jumped up and ran out the door. I huffed and I puffed and I felt like I was walking through the children's playdough, but I was doing it! And instead of whining: 'I don't wanna' I said to myself 'I think I can, I think I can!'
And you know what?!
I'm the mother that could.