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The Reluctant Runner

Alternative title: I must be ruddy stupid for even considering this…


“What…what are you doing?” my brain asked, quite bemused.

“Emailing a running club…” my finger hovering over the send button.

“The last time we went running we ended up lying down by the side of the road because the incline on the hill was just too much for us…”

“…It was a big hill…” (It wasn’t).

“Ruebi, we were passed by an old couple walking their dog…”

“…It was a very big hill…” (It really wasn’t).

“They even had walking sticks!”

“…It was a bloody big hill!” (It really, really wasn’t).

I’ve read some amazing articles by runners who spout some utter rubbish (in my humble opinion); beginners who swear that after their first run their backsides had dropped so much weight that they could run in shorts resembling hot pants without an ounce of chafing, or that they only meant to jog for a mile and somehow managed to run from Land’s End to John o’Groats before lunchtime without breaking into a sweat.

I call bull-poop!

When I started running in an attempt to improve fitness* I barely made it to the end of the street without sweating and chundering into my neighbour’s freshly pruned bush. What started that day was a total love-hate relationship with running; I loved the idea of it (of elegantly galloping with grace and ease and not once skidding in dog turd), I loved how strong it made me physically feel and above all I loved the confidence it gave me. However during the actual activity it was a whole different kettle of fish consisting of me tripping up over my own feet, constantly worrying about getting the runner’s squits and swearing profusely (quite loudly as it happened as I usually forgot I was listening to music at the time…Heavy, shouty music).


I’m willing to put bets on how often I fall over these unfortunate souls in the coming few months…Sigh

Initially I trained alone so the swearing wasn’t really that big of an issue…What I did have issues with though, was motivation – especially in the Winter months, the idea of running alone scared the hell out of me. So I stopped running, vowing that I would run again when Summer came about (yes I know that Lancashire hardly gets a Summer…stop rubbing my face in it!)…But I didn’t. I just stopped.The running shoes found themselves exiled to the space under the bed, running clothes were soon lost in the many clear-outs, the only items of the runner phase to remain were the sports bras (because they hold Pinky and Perky so tightly that they are ideal for yoga).

I need motivation to run, I need to feel safe when running…It appears therefore, that I need fellow runners for both of these. A surprising turn of events given that I’m hardly the most sociable creature.

Which leads us to this point, in which an email has been catapulted into cyberspace…An email requesting that this reluctant runner be allowed to join an athletics club…An email which my brain is actively cursing as I type this post.

How do you stay motivated to run (especially in the Winter months)?

R x

*Rather than as a survival instinct borne of bullies threatening to stick their feet up my butt for liking Placebo…As an aside, it meant I excelled on the school athletics team (especially in relay when the twat passing the baton was the one who would later leg it after me bellowing “FREEEAAAAKKKK!”…oh yeah, I could fair sprint back then) and, if any of those gits are reading this, I STILL like (nay LOVE) Placebo! They fricking rock!

In honour of this awesome band (and the fact M has bought tickets to see them soon *squeals*), here is the first song of theirs that I ever owned:

Placebo – Every you, every me (my dad brought it home as a CD single…no idea where he got it from but hey ho!).


Leek and Potato Soup with Chilli and Ginger


Almond Butter and Chia Seed Energy Bites


  1. Placebo have a great sound. Every You Every Me was the first song of theirs I heard too (thanks, Cruel Intentions). I absolutely love their cover of Running Up That Hill.

    Which is kind of funny considering how much I hate running up actual hills.

    • Ruebi

      Oooo…I think we have the first song for my new runner’s playlist right there! πŸ™‚

      I might actually manage to run up a hill then!

  2. Running is hard. I do it from time to time, but I’ve decided I’m not going to a “runner.” I do it every once in awhile when I want to get an outdoor workout and clear my head. Good luck!

    • Ruebi

      Thank you! … I may need it … Eep! I’m not the greatest of runners I have to admit.

  3. ooh I love that Placebo song too πŸ™‚ I’ve tried running- I wasn’t very good at it :-S But then, I wasn’t very good at swimming either and now I love it! Good luck, you can do it!! X

    • Ruebi

      I’m terrible at swimming! I try it every now and again and it just sends me into a panic…Have a bit of a fear of water it seems. Shame really as it’s such a good work out…If I could find a decent supplier of those float-block things I’d probably be more inclined to try again (might help with the confidence).

  4. Not a runner, so m hat is off to you πŸ™‚ I do like to do yoga, and you had me cracking up with your yoga posts…. I have NEVER done a yoga class other than in my basement… So if I let one rip, who cares πŸ™‚


    • Ruebi

      I have a feeling there will be plenty more yoga posts to come…I’m still a bit of a disaster area where balancing is concerned. As for running, I’m betting I fall over my feet quite a few times…Just hope some kind souls at the Athletics Club pick me up (or just drag me the rest of the way, even if it means scraping my face on the ground).

      R x

  5. This is such a funny post. i love it. I always find music helps me get motivated too. Once i start-if i can get in the zone with good music, then i’m ok. Check out my World Cup inspired playlist. maybe it’ll help: href=”http://www.technotini.com/technotinis-must-have-world-cup-workout-playlist” >Must have World Cup Workout Playlist

    • Ruebi

      I used to listen to quite heavy, gothy type music…For some reason the aggressive tone would spur me to run faster or for a longer distance. Suppose it depends on the beat and the frame of mind you’re in prior to the run…

      Will bob by for a nosy at your playlist πŸ™‚

  6. I use my playlist to get me through my runs. And the promise that my morning cup of coffee will taste better after a run!

    • Ruebi

      Using coffee as a reward? … I like that idea! πŸ™‚ Perhaps that’s the key, something to look forward to after the run.

  7. I’ve been an on again off again runner for years, and I am neither fast nor graceful. I believe I must look like a wounded hippo shuffling through the neighborhood. I do love getting outside and moving, though, especially in the cold, crisp air. I hope you find your “happy place” running wise!

    • Ruebi

      I find running outside so much more therapeutic than running on a treadmill in a gym (they always remind me of hamsters running on their little wheels)…And even if we look like shuffling hippos, we’re still doing good! πŸ™‚

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