Last Monday I told how this couch potato was tipped onto her two feet by a bad health report. Fired by a vague notion of running up one of Gloucestershire’s long and unforgiving hills, I tried the NHS get fit plan and dropped out on the first day. Then my daughter found the book Running Made Easy at our local library. She borrowed it – I read it. As a confirmed five-toed sloth I never imagined I’d read a book on moving about at speed, but I read to from cover to cover, then went out and bought my own copy. I loved the approach, and couldn’t wait to get started. I’d heartily recommend this book to anyone who, like me, didn’t even know there were books on running. I’d assumed you ran flat out from the start – that was why I flaked out a few minutes into the Couch to 5k regime. The Running Made Easy book is much more laid back and really appealed to my need for boxes to fill in and charts to complete. If you want to go the whole way, the book is an offshoot of Zest magazine. I hadn’t heard of that either, so in case you’ve never seen it here’s a link to their latest issue: http://www.zest.co.uk/general/inside-our-july-issue/3379.html although quite honestly if I’d caught sight of that before I read the book, I wouldn’t have needed their Sixty Second Secret Plan. I would have run a mile, no incentive needed!
Running Made Easy consists of a detailed plan to get you from a state of total indolence to adrenalin junkie within the space of ten weeks. includes a mission statement which you can tailor to your own needs and desires. You read this every day, and each time you complete a day of the plan, you allow yourself one little treat. At the end of each full week you get a bigger treat and after completing the whole plan you get your heart’s desire – or at least, the bog indulgence you promised yourself when you first filled in your mission statement. My daily treats included “ten minutes watching the bees” “half an hour working on the garden” or “thirty minutes reading”. My weekly treats included “buy a book”, “go to the hairdressers” or “eat a bear claw”. For someone who loves cake and hates exercise as much as I do, that was a real incentive!