Of course, while all of this was happening, my aerobic ability was slowly increasing. I’d play football and notice my lungs were burning a lot less, and I wasn’t getting as puffed as I normally would. I could play better, for longer. It felt like I’d aged backwards five or 10 years! After a few weeks of this, I had a thought that I’d literally never had before: maybe I could try and go for a run?!
And so I did. I went to my local oval (I read that running on grass is better for beginners) at 7am one morning, and I ran. And I kept running. Before I knew it, according to my Fitbit, I’d run 2.8 kilometres. But most surprising of all? I enjoyed it.
Encouraged, I bought some proper running shoes and started trying to go out two or three times a week, for 20 minutes at a time, and gradually ramped up until I was able to run five kilometres. Then one day, a few weeks later, I ran five kilometres and still felt OK, so I kept going. And that’s how I ran my first 10 kilometres.