Having vowed never to do such a thing, I started running last year because I entered the Cardiff Men’s Health Survival of the Fittest, which is a 10km urban assault course that surely only lunatics would enjoy.
Despite being a prize-winning sprinter at sports day, I became very lazy once I left school (the grunge lifestyle took over at age 16). So lazy, in fact, that my best friend and I once missed a bus after college and waited half an hour for the next one because we chose not to run approximately 30m to catch it in time.
When I started to train last year, I hated running and found it really difficult but I had signed up to the Survival of the Fittest with some colleagues to raise money for the British Heart Foundation, so I was determined to give it a go and not let anyone down. I was surprised how quickly running became easier and even though the assault course was my idea of hell I’m glad I persevered – my team of six raised £795.50.
Now that there are no obstacles to worry about I quite enjoy running around Cardiff; either Roath Park Lake or Bute Park. My friends and I run 5km regularly and I’ve signed up to the Cardiff Half Marathon later this year.
That’s enough about my urban running; here’s the main reason I wanted to write about urban running, courtesy of Vic and Bob. I cried with laughter when I first saw this 🙂