SEPTEMBER IS a bit like the New Year, except with less pressure and fewer expectations. But it always brings a new season and a new school year, quite possibly a new pair of boots and for me anyway, a feeling of new beginnings.
WITH A NEW year of sorts in mind, I decided to do ‘healthy September’. Nothing too crazy, just no sugar (of the obvious kind) or alcohol, less bread and more fish-and-veg-and-brown rice-type meals for a month. I wasn’t even going to stop drinking coffee. Of course I failed promptly on the 1st of September (burger) and again on the 2nd (ice cream – it was a hot day!) and 3rd (a friend popped in with a scrumptious cake – would have been rude not to). I vowed to start again the following Monday, but didn’t do any better. That night, I felt ecstatically happy tucking into a custard cream – after deciding to give up trying to give up – and didn’t even feel particularly guilty. (If there’s one thing running gives you, it’s sugar cravings. More on that later.)
LATER THAT WEEK, after the first session with my running club, I had an epiphany. I wanted to write. More specifically, the high I got from a hard run made me want to write about how it felt. I’ve always enjoyed writing, so here we are. This blog is my ‘healthy September’ (though hopefully not just for September).
I HAVE NO idea where this will take me, but I hope you’ll join me on my journey. Expect posts about running; my work as a sports and clinical massage therapist; tips and thoughts about health and wellbeing; and other topics that probably don’t have very much to do with any of the above.