Written by Laura Rogers |
This morning my alarm went off at 6:30 and I was coaxed out of bed by a wet nose belonging to my dog Hank. The snooze button is no match for his expectant bladder.
It was dark. It was raining. A year ago I would’ve stayed in bed. But a year ago, everything changed.
Sometime last November, during a bout of absent-minded googling, I stumbled upon an article about a group of people planning to run every day in December. Advent Running- it sounded suspiciously religious, it sounded unhealthy, but it also sounded like a good way to justify a month of mince pies and mulled wine. I was in.
“Every day you get a treat. What I didn’t know then was how huge those daily rewards would be, or that they would last the entire year.”
Now I’m not a great runner. I run because it’s easier than not eating every thing in sight. I run so that I can consume doughnuts without looking like one. I run off my hangovers and straight into the arms of a full Sunday lunch.
I figured Advent Running would be something a like an advent calendar. Every day you get a treat. What I didn’t know then was how huge those daily rewards would be, or that they would last the entire year.
Over those 25 days I discovered that I have so much more to run for. Now I run because there are 12 people dressed head-to-toe in fluorescent waiting for me to turn up. I run because I’ve got a community of people cheering me on. I run because life is more fun when you make it down to Tower Bridge in time to see the sunrise and greet it with a high jump.
Instead of trying to find an excuse not to run, now I embrace any reason to get out there. High fives, beigels, trucker caps, mud: all good reasons to lace up. I still run for cake, but now I share it with some of the best people I’ve ever met. And it’s paid off. I’m faster than ever. I did my first trail run. I’ve just finished my first marathon and my next one is coming up.
This morning, my reward for getting out of bed and putting on those trainers was getting to see a grumpy goose chase old Hank halfway across Victoria Park.
I don’t know what my 25 runs will bring this December, but if they are half as entertaining as that spectacle this morning, I can’t wait to find out.