My Running Man

I’ve been very busy recently cheering hubby on as he runs various distances in various parts of Scotland. Yes, the race season has started! A few weeks ago he ran his fourth half marathon. In spite of him driving me crazy the way that men do a lot of the time, I couldn’t be prouder of what he has achieved over the past few years.

From being a total non-runner, he started walking regularly, interspersed with a little bit of running, as a cheap way to keep fit. The running part began to increase, and he wondered about entering an ‘official’ run as a way to give himself a specific goal. Someone introduced him to the Park Run, a timed 5K run that takes place in parks and recreation areas all over the world. He started taking part in that, and from there went on to try a 10K run in 2014. Having managed it, he did several more that year, improved his time, and began wondering about…yes, you guessed it. Could he do a half marathon?

As a self-confessed couch potato, I found all this very impressive. After swithering a bit, hubby decided to just go for it, and entered the Alloa Half Marathon, a friendly local event, in March 2015. And he did it! He got cramp on the hill near the end (which is a b*****d of a hill, it’s true), but he finished and with a respectable time. He did two more half marathons last year, in Edinburgh and Glasgow, acheiving a personal best time of 2 hours dead in Glasgow.

This year he began the season by running the Alloa Half Marathon for the second time. He improved his time, and didn’t cramp on the hill (although it was still a horrible hill, apparently). 😉

This is the timing car at Alloa Half Marathon, with the race winner behind, at about the 8 mile mark

This is the timing car at Alloa Half Marathon, with the race winner behind, at about the 8 mile mark

Hubby (in pink shirt) about to cross the Alloa finish line

Hubby (in pink shirt) about to cross the Alloa finish line

Yesterday, he ran a 10 kilometre course round Grangemouth, another local town. This is a very flat course so good times can be achieved. Hubby was delighted to finish with a personal best time of 53 minutes 31 seconds. His previous best for 10K was over 56 minutes so he was well chuffed (and knackered). 😉

Approaching Grangemouth 10K finish line, making a fist and pulling a satisfied face at his time!

Approaching Grangemouth 10K finish line, making a fist and pulling a satisfied face at his time!

As well as being very proud, I’m writing this to say: if hubby can do this, anyone can – and he totally agrees with me! Never in a million years did he see himself as a runner. He used to say that he hated running. He was much more keen on cycling, walking, lifting weights in the gym – anything but running. Here are some words of wisdom from the man himself (which could apply to anything that you want to do, I guess):

The hardest part is getting off your bum, putting on your shoes and getting out there.

Put one foot in front of the other. Walk. Then do it faster. Run a bit. Do it faster. Run for a bit longer. Do it a bit faster.

Never compare yourself to anyone else. Only compete with yourself.

He’ll probably kill me for this, but below is a photo from early 2014, when he ran his first 10K, and also a photo from yesterday, after his latest 10K. Before and after – it shows what you can achieve!

And finally, here’s a great shot the pro photographer took at the Alloa Half Marathon:

He's having fun - honestly! ;)

He’s having fun – honestly! 😉

I guess the message for all of us is – just get out there and do it! 🙂

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