I’m coming up with very little for today’s writing prompt. Perhaps this is some kind of mid-month malaise – the result of having answered all the various “Bloganuary” writing prompts so far, and slowly depleting the energy devoted to scribbling half-sensible words.
(frowns for a few moments)
I think I’ve got something worth writing about. Does running count?
In the months before the first lockdown I took part in a “Couch to 5K” programme at the local running club – mostly to support my daughter. It’s worth noting that I didn’t sign up for the programme – my other half volunteered me. That kind of thing happens a lot around here.
After running with a rag-tag group of non-runners for a couple of months, we eventually “graduated” – running five kilometres around town together.
I think perhaps the biggest take-away from running with the group was that it made the entire escapade a lot easier. When I run on my own (which I still do fairly regularly), there is no peer pressure to get out on anything like a regular basis – but while attending the organised runs with the group, both myself and my daughter lifted ourselves by our own bootstraps. We showed up. We ran.