Alternative title: The day after my dad’s funeral I showed up to the local C25K … Guinness and Jägermeister sloshing around in my stomach, Anxiety prickling at my skin and clawing at my insides, my brain very much half asleep and lost in foggy Mirtazapine induced dreams … I should have still been in bed. But I wasn’t … And I threw myself at the ice covered tracks as though I’d never been away.
It’s been 6 months since I last attempted the C25K … And it’s probably been about 6 months since I last dusted off my running shoes. I know, epic fail right? I was so full of good intentions, I was determined to complete the C25K last time … But slowly my Anxiety managed to get in the way, I started to make excuses for not going to the running group meets and eventually my sports bra was used purely to support Pinky and Perky during Yoga inversions.