Recently I decided I was way too fat.
I appreciate everyone has their own limits, but somehow, at some point, I breached mine. Again.
I was once pretty fit, I used to go the gym four times a week, and work out solidly there combining interval training, weights and other cardio activity. I got hooked pretty fast and carried on for a decent length of time.
But then, as is so often the case, my situation changed. We moved about, had kids, got a full time job, and decided that gym membership wasn’t really offering value for money.
But I kept eating. And that, not surprisingly, is where the problem lies.
I love food, I love healthy food, and a bit of naughty stuff once in a while too. I eat a healthy balanced diet. But I eat a lot. I know this, I like this, I’m a food burning stove of a man. But when you stop burning that energy, the boiler room starts to expand, and your system slows down.
So, I decided to start running. And now, despite a few set backs as a result of my system wondering what the heck was going on, I’m addicted!
I’m not a runner. I never have been. I’m not that fast, and I simply don’t enjoy running. I always say if you want to get somewhere rapidly under your own steam, use a bike. If you want to use leg power and take in the view, walk. If you’re being chased, run. Otherwise, running is pretty much redundant. We’ve evolved to eliminate the need for all that carry on.
BUT, with the surroundings we have here at Oxley Park, a decent bit of kit on my iPhone to keep me motivated (RunKeeper, it’s a MUST if you’re a runner with an iPhone!), I’m loving it!
It’s relatively quick, it’s simple, it’s varied, and it burns a heck of a lot of calories.
So now I’m at the stage where I’d say I actually run. Dare I even call myself a runner. And it’s very weird. But it’s very rewarding, and made all the more enjoyable by Milton Keynes’ redway path system, and the wonderful amount of green space and woodland we have in and around the Oxley Park estate.
