Former GB international Colin McCourt on feeling like Forrest Gump as he works towards a sub-16:00 5km
It’s week 4!
OK, so we are sort of over the bleeding nipples and the chafing… ok, maybe not the chafing as it’s still there but it’s on its way out! The pizza blood is sort of thinning out now into normal blood, too. I feel if I was sliced open now my blood would only run pepperoni and cheese for the first bit and then go normal. Sounds great, right?
I am sure part of my weight loss is down to the amount of chafing that was going on, shedding layers of skin off each time I ran! There is nothing worse than a shower after a run where you are chafed to bits. I’m sure my man boobs smashing off my chest didn’t help either.
I started this week so strong. It was my first time under 8-minute miling and I ran a 7:30 mile just once, but I could not have been happier with myself. I felt strong and relaxed the whole way.
The next day wasn’t such a success. I felt awful. Now you can’t feel great every day otherwise it would be too easy. Most of this week I had to dig in, I was looking for all kinds of excuses not to run.
However, as the week went on I started to feel better, I felt like Forrest Gump. Not the sitting on a bench eating chocolates side but the bit in the film where he is being chased by the boys in the truck and they are tormenting him for not being able to move quickly or even run. Then, slowly, his leg braces break apart and he unleashes himself, running away from them until he is free. That’s how this week went. I struggled through the first part but I got through it and worked hard and finished the week strong, running well and feeling great too.
After all the excuses I had tried to give myself all week, I decided that I was going to do something, no matter what it was, as long as it was something, be it 5 minutes or 30 minutes. Once you start it’s easy to keep going. It’s the getting it started which is what stops everyone.
You should be happy that you got something done rather than hammer yourself for not doing an hour or that full 30 minutes, it’s more than you were going to do in your head before you started.
We are so hard on ourselves all the time. I know I am. I get on at myself constantly about stuff. “Why don’t you run longer?”, “Why aren’t you fitter?”, “How come you haven’t had a pizza in a while!?” It’s actually really draining.
So I’m teaching myself to let go. Do what you can and enjoy it, whether it’s walking to the end of the road or running a marathon, because I bet you if you get to the end of the road you’ll go around the block. You will do more and more, there is no quick fix, just a journey that if you let yourself on it, is so much fun.
As always, thank you all for the support. It has been immense and I hope this is helping you as much as you guys are helping me.