I’m not one for regrets, but I do look back and wish I had kept a running diary of sorts. I remember with clarity what inspired my running – the day in the gym with my friend Kila where we watched the marathon in absolute horror, convinced that there were few things we’d rather do less than run the 26.2 mile route. The vow I made to myself having left the gym that against my better judgement I would start running; the first time I ran 10k, hours before flying to Hvar. The delight on discovering I’d secured a place running the 2014 London Marathon for mental health charity Mind; the utter exhaustion – both mental and physical – having finished a 20 mile run – the longest distance I was to cover before running the marathon. And I remember, of course, crossing the marathon’s finish line, hand in hand with my friend Hazel, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.
What I don’t remember is the smaller details – those that, looking back, may not have been a key running milestone, but are no less significant. For indeed, every step, every strain – indeed every run – very much laid the path for running the last year’s marathon – one of the most memorable and incredible days of my life.
So now, as I embark on a different venture – one that centres around honing and crafting my yoga practise with a view to embark on a teacher training course in the not too distant future, I will use this blog as a way to record my journey. Will I find enlightenment? Will I master the splits? Will one too many downward dogs spell my downfall? I don’t know where my journey will take me, or even if I’ll make it to the metaphorical finish line – but one thing’s for sure; it’s bound to be one hell of a ride.