Hanging Up My Running Shoes
Last weekend was the Market Drayton 10K - a staple event in the family running calendar. Except this year, I made the executive decision for this to be my last hurrah. Having decided much earlier in the year that running was no longer for me, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to hang up my running shoes.Not that I can really call them "shoes" anymore, they are that falling apart! My relationship with running has always been that of a love-hate variety. Some days it would be easy and I would wonder why I did not run more. Then other days it would leave me crippled. I am not exaggerating here either, I have incredibly tight calves and some days the running would leave them rock solid. Which left me, unable to walk. Quite often this is how the 10K would leave me. Clearly, my body was trying to tell me something. I am not built for running. It hurts my calves, it hurts my back, it hurts my boobs. So, why do something I clearly don't enjoy? That's not to say I haven...