Guest post by photographer and fashion blogger Diana Thompson
When New Years Resolutions Run Off The Rails.
Having spent the afternoon magnetically attracting every drop of ice-cold rain to my face, I keep asking myself why I signed up for a 5K run. I’ve never been a sporty girl by nature. Huge boobs and an aversion to sweat meant the only thing I ever ran was a bubble filled bath. Maybe I’d sprint for a bus if I was running late, but a 5k? Nope. Not me. So how have I found myself switching ballet flats for trainers and red lips for wind breakers?
It all started just before the new year when I was struck down with a horrible throat infection. It knocked me out for close to ten days, and I was bored, frustrated and clambering to be outside again. I can only conclude that it was some sort of fever based delirium which made me utter the words “I’ll run it with you!” as one of my friends who was undertaking a marathon mentioned the 5k she’d be tackling first. And with her ticket brought, guilt, friendship and pride all combined into one heady persuasion for clicking the “purchase entry ticket now button” and that was it. Suddenly I had four months to change myself from couch dwelling carb connoisseur to someone motivated to do an hours work out before I’d even switched on my laptop.