Cheetah Dem Crew
Image credited to DaddyDark
Last week I talked about my long awaited return to Run Dem Crew in the Baby Cheetah group, fast forward a week with more running, smiles and Body Check’s galore I decided to see if I could step it up to Cheetahs again.
Before I stepped out of 1948 after counting our 145 strong crew I’ll admit that I was nervous. All of other groups were still around, baby cheetahs, greyhounds and more. I still had time to back out. I was afraid. Afraid of letting the group down, not being able to keep up and not having my oyster card to get back to HQ if I really couldn’t go on. I didn’t want to do that at all.
The other groups slowly started to disperse in search of Big Ben and suddenly I was left with the Cheetah group only. No pressure, then. Whenever we start a run I try and make myself smile, open with a joke like ‘oh why have I done this’ and so on. It eases my mind at least. We set off down Bateman’s row and I immediately felt the faster pace. Tonight was a sub 8 minute night.
I had to keep my mouth shut and get on with it. When I was lighter and fitter I used to be able to fly through at the front of the pack but now I accepted that those days lay in the future for me and I have to accept that right now, it will be hard to run. I couldn’t summon the vocal energy to shout ‘BOLLARD’ or dish out directions either, there were others that could take care of that tonight, I just had to run with my crew and not let them down.
The route was all kinds of crazy, we were supposed to get to Big Ben via Farringdon, lets just say that we went on our own journey to Covent Garden instead and headed back before it got too late! After the first few miles at roughly 07:40 pace I was feeling it. Savouring each traffic light and stop that the crew was haulted by. Welcome rests for my body to recuperate, I really regretted forgetting my Lucozade in the car! Charlie asked me if I wanted us to split up and I said no, I thought that the gap between the front and back wasn’t too big yet so we were good.
We stuck together and I kept on chugging along with the hope of being finished soon. The run taught me a lot. It reminded me why I run. It challenged me and showed me yet again that if you don’t put the work in you will never receive the plethora of benefits available to you. It’s the same for life. You have to put hard work in now for what you want, otherwise you will never reach it. So I kept on pushing on because I know that one day (…in May…around the time of the Copenhagen Marathon… shhh!) I want to really be working towards being the best I can be. Best physical shape, mental shape, everything. If I want to be anywhere near that sort of level I need to use the experiences I have had in running so far, runs like Tuesday just gone to get me to where I need to be.
I will do it because that it was I want and I will work hard for it.
Before I knew it we were well on our way back to 1948 and on Batemans row yet again, sprinting to the finish line. Thank you Cheetahs for getting me through that run and Charlie for the constant words of encouragement along the way.