By NATALIA HAWK
So. About a month ago, you might remember that I signed up for a 9km run. Which was not the wisest of choices, considering that I’m really not a runner.
But I embraced this strange decision, and I wrote a blog post that included many a clever tip (she says modestly) for becoming a runner. And my fellow comrades, those other excellent non-runners out there, responded. And together, we bonded. We told each other that we would run. We promised to feel the wind beneath our wings as we ran through the streets, the parks, the beaches.
I downloaded apps, I purchased running music, I found books and websites. I organised the exercise-clothing section of my wardrobe. I got excited about my future fitness-freak self.
And then I fell off the wagon completely.
You see, I’m an evening-or-weekend exerciser. It’s always been that way and it’s always worked for me. I’ve been hesitant to change it.