By NATALIA HAWK
A couple of weeks ago, I made a decision that is starting to keep me awake at night.
I decided that I’m going to do a 9km run in September. A race with hundreds of other people. Across the Harbour Bridge.
A race that’s timed and everything.
Some of you might be sitting there reading this going, “What’s the big deal? I run 9km all the time. 9km is actually quite a short stroll for me, really.” To you people, I say: Leave me alone. Because when The Man Upstairs Or Whoever was handing out running genes, he skipped over me.
I am fabulous at snorkeling and I am also unbelievably excellent at memorising useless song lyrics. But running is on a different planet. I have dabbled with it many times – but I am to running what fish are to the Tour De France.
It is simply not meant to be.
But because I am impulsive, because I like signing up to things, because I think the Harbour Bridge is pretty, because I am a sucker for events that come with a free t-shirt, because I don’t have enough things to do in all the spare time I have between working full time and studying full time – I SIGNED UP FOR A 9KM RUN.
Hear that? It’s the sound of me heading into full-on panic mode.
I even started compiling a list of the ways I could get out of the running festival. Adult chicken pox seemed like a good excuse – everybody knows how serious that can be. I also had a parasite not so long ago, so maybe I could just resurrect the parasite for a weekend?
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Have been laying in bed reading all day (and eating leftover Christmas chocolates...) not feeling great about myself, but this has reminded me an easy (well not so easy...) way to give myself an arvo boost. Putting my joggers on now :) Thank you! x
As music goes, what's even better is Hardcore Techno (if you can stand it) because that averages at 170 BPM which is perfect cadence.