Even my mother would never have described me as sporty or athletic or svelte. But despite the fact that gym lessons at school were a tacit agreement that I probably had an excuse note (the teacher decided never to ask me to produce it, and I reciprocated by never offering), I now enjoy my exercise … which is a good thing as I also enjoy my food!
I’m never going to win any prizes, break any records, or set the world on fire, but I am sure that I am fitter than the average couch potato. I play squash and badminton (probably very badly), run along country roads or treadmills, and try to improve my times or distances (despite the occasional setbacks).
Is there a secret to this change of heart? Self-motivation, achievable goals, having fun doing it with friends, and expert coaching.
And despite the fact that I might well be at the back of the field, maybe I’ll enter for a 10k next Spring.