An Overly Long Post About An Underwhelming Return To Running After Quite A Few Years Of Not Running

James Proclaims (4)


Note – I started writing this on Sunday, but didn’t get around to finishing it until today. So every reference to ‘today’, with the exception of the one in the previous sentence, actually refers to Sunday. Not that it matters, but I’d hate for you to feel in any way deceived.


Today, according to my bottom-of-the-range GPS watch, I ran my second best time ever for a four mile run.

Of course one could deduce that I have, in fact, only run four miles twice in my life and today I was slower than the last time I did it.

This is not entirely true.

But it’s also not exactly untrue.

In my twenties, particularly a golden period in my mid-twenties, I could knock out a four mile run fairly effortlessly, and much more quickly than I managed today. Indeed, back in my twenties I used to run half-marathons on a pretty regular basis and on three occasions I actually managed to complete entire marathons. Technically the third was the day after my thirtieth birthday but, to be fair, the training took place while I was still in my twenties. I began my thirties in pretty good shape but it really was the start of a decade of my life when I mostly seemed to be committed to undoing all of the good work of the preceding ten years through a combination of poor dietary choices and watching too many box-sets. Although ‘The Wire’ was excellent. It’s not really relevant to this post but I can’t overstate how good that show was.

Even in my twenties I was never especially quick, but I could run for quite a long time. Nonetheless, I was almost certainly quicker than I am now.

Unfortunately, back then, I didn’t own a bottom-of-the-range GPS watch, so I had no way of tracking my performance stats when I was training. I don’t even know if such devices existed back then.

I own one now though and I’ve had it for about three years. I didn’t initially buy it to keep track of my running. Frankly, after that last marathon in 2009, I thought I’d pretty much given up running for good. It wasn’t my intention to give up but life just kept getting in the way, as life is often prone to do, and I’ve never been especially disciplined when it comes to fitness. I did briefly come out of ‘retirement’ in 2014 to run a half marathon. I did very little training and somehow completed the distance, in an admittedly lamentable time, through a combination of misplaced confidence and presumably an element of ‘muscle memory’ from my earlier endeavours.

That last half marathon was a grim experience though and I had no interest in doing it again.

But in 2017 Mrs Proclaims and I started doing quite a lot of walking. It started off relatively modestly, but we went out most weekends and we were pretty soon clocking up twenty-plus miles on our outings. So I bought the GPS watch to keep track of our progress. Alas, it had rather less energy than we did and it would frequently run out of charge long before we completed our perambulations so it was, essentially, useless.

However, in the winter of 2017 Mrs Proclaims and I had to curtail our ambitions regarding walking, due to the forthcoming arrival of Little Proclaims. Also it was winter and walking long distances is rather less fun in the winter. But we knew that, all going well, by the time the weather picked up, Mrs Proclaims would be in no condition to complete the kinds of distances we had been walking and, whether capable or not, was hardly likely to feel inclined to do so.

I have generally tried to maintain an acceptable, if not exactly impressive, level of fitness, so I’m certain I did still do some sort of exercise (albeit in an ‘on and off’ fashion, as is oft my way) throughout Mrs Proclaims’ pregnancy, but it did not tend to involve any kind of running.

However, it did occur to me that our forthcoming lifestyle change, and in particular the additional costs of having a child (which I still, even with my most pessimistic calculations, managed to woefully underestimate), might render gym membership a luxury I couldn’t really afford. So I thought about taking up running again. Because running is, if nothing else, free.

And, in April 2018, I went for a run.

I didn’t expect it to be especially easy, but I was ill-prepared for quite how horrendous the whole experience would be.

In the end I completed a mile.

A single, solitary mile.

Which would be all well and good. Not the most ambitious of beginnings, but something is better than nothing. Except that I didn’t run the whole mile. I actually ran about 40% of a mile. And then I had to stop because I was in agony. I completed the rest of the distance through a combination of walking and painful short-lived attempts to reignite the run.

It was a pretty humbling experience. I didn’t expect to be able to run a 10K on my first attempt, but to not even be able to manage a mile did seem a spectacular fall from the giddy heights of my youth.

I needed to urgently right this wrong.

For the next eight days I ran (or attempted to run) a mile every single day. And I did improve. By the end of those eight days, according to my cheap GPS watch, I was actually able, if I gave it my all, and didn’t mind collapsing in a breathless heap at the end, to run a mile at roughly the same pace as ‘most men my age’.

I’ve no idea how the pace of ‘most men my age’ was calculated, but I’d hazard an educated guess that it was ‘most men who decided to part with their cash to purchase a similar device to mine’, so it probably wasn’t the most accurate calculation. Still, I was quietly pleased, in eight days, to have improved from that pitiful first effort.

And in order to build on this success, I promptly gave up running again.

Fast forward a few months and I found myself spending a lot of time in hospital. The birth of my daughter, was not a straightforward affair and while Little Proclaims thankfully came out of the ordeal relatively unscathed, Mrs Proclaims was not so lucky and was in quite a bad way for a few days. My wife and new-born child were not discharged for the best part of a week, and while I did occasionally venture home to sleep, I was mostly there with them. But they were both asleep for quite a lot of the time, so I spent some of that time reading. And, although I mostly tend to read novels, my attention span was somewhat lacking during that week, so instead I found myself reading some of those collections of newspaper columns that comedians like to repackage as books around Christmas time. One such compendium was by Charlie Brooker and it was a pretty good way of taking my mind off what was a very surreal and stressful situation (my wife’s long term prognosis was actually pretty good, but she was really not well for those few days in hospital, which was hardly the ideal introduction to parenthood for either of us). Anyway, one of the recycled articles in Charlie Brooker’s book, was about how he, despite not being someone who particularly enjoyed ‘keeping fit’, had taken up running regularly by completing one of those couch to 5K apps.

And I thought to myself, if Charlie Brooker can do it, then so can I. Although he has also forged an extremely successful writing career on a variety of platforms, and I, despite often claiming I would like to do that, have never come anywhere close to making that happen. So I’ve no idea why I thought Charlie Brooker’s achievements should serve as a baseline for my own ambitions.

Anyway, once my wife and daughter had been discharged from hospital, and after we’d had a few weeks to adjust to life as parents, I downloaded the same running app and started running 3 times a week. And I really enjoyed it. As is no doubt the case with similar apps, the programme starts you off very gently so the first few weeks were eminently manageable, particularly for a man who could run a mile at roughly the same pace as most men his age. And after five weeks or so I was building nicely towards a regular running routine.

So obviously I gave up again.

To be fair, being a new parent is exhausting enough and there were a lot of other irritating things like ‘having to go to work’ and ‘thinking about but not actually writing my MA dissertation’ that were getting in the way too.

After a few weeks of complete inactivity, I did take up swimming again, which is a form of exercise I much prefer. Even that was a bit stop-start for a few months, but once I’d finally put my MA dissertation to bed I did invest quite heavily in the swimming and by the time my daughter’s first birthday rolled around, I was relatively fit again.

So much so that once again I started running. I didn’t bother with the app, I just decided to try and run 5K straight away, and although it was pretty miserable and painful and even though I was still pretty slow, my recently acquired swimming-induced fitness meant that I was able to do it. This time I kept up a routine of running three times a week.

And I lasted an entire three weeks before again giving up.

I stuck with the swimming, which I much preferred and that did seem to be enough to keep me in relatively good shape until November when a series of ear infections kept me out of the pool until the end of January.

If you’re going to stop exercising regularly, then the period between November and January is not ideal.

And although I was able to return to the pool, my GP advised me against swimming daily, as I had previously been doing, because she was obviously getting fed up with constantly prescribing antibiotics.

So in February I started running again, alongside a much reduced swimming regime. But after the excess of festive food and a lack of training over Christmas, I decided once again to turn to the app in order to try an establish a manageable routine.

And much like before I quite enjoyed the first few weeks because they really aren’t that strenuous. But, by around week five, I was starting to look a little shaky and was fairly convinced that once again I’d be ditching the running and risking further ear infections by upping my time in the pool.

And then a certain pandemic happened.

And suddenly the swimming pool was closed indefinitely (and indeed still is) and running was all I had.

So I stuck with it and completed all nine weeks of the couch to 5K app.

And on the last day, I expected the little voice in my ear, the one that had been encouraging me for all those weeks, to make a bit more of a fuss than she actually did. But there was no pomp or ceremony. The app gave me no closure. It was almost as if it was an emotionless piece of software.

However, I had achieved the goal of running three times a week for nine weeks.

But, during that time, the entire world had taken up running. So I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to continue. After nine weeks I didn’t really enjoy running any more than I when I started, and in any case, I particularly dislike running when there are lots of other people also running.

Nonetheless, I dusted off my GPS watch for the first of my post-app runs (having previously decided that none of the app-inspired runs needed to be recorded for posterity).  I expected to see a vast improvement from my August/September running pace and lo and behold, I discovered that I was , if anything, even slower.

But I suppose the app did instil a routine because I completed it some time in April and I’ve stuck with my three-times-a-week running schedule for a while now.

I’m a little bit faster but it’s certainly nothing to brag about.

The agonising pain seems to have gone though, which seems like a good thing.

I’m still a long way off even thinking about running marathons again.

But this morning I ran four miles for the second time in as many weeks. And four miles is better than no miles.








  20 comments for “An Overly Long Post About An Underwhelming Return To Running After Quite A Few Years Of Not Running

  1. June 16, 2020 at 9:32 am

    Bloody hell that’s impressive. I can waddle around trying to keep up with the dogs I meet on the big field near us, but that’s about all I can do so far. I salute your effort breaking that pain barrier.

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    • June 16, 2020 at 10:02 am

      Thanks, it’s all about perspective. The biggest shock at the outset was that I’m not 25 anymore but once I’d overcome that particular mental barrier I’ve made slow and steady progress and we all know that the tortoise won the race…

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  2. June 16, 2020 at 9:51 am

    First, all the best to Mrs Proclaims. Sometimes little bundles of joy come with unexpected baggage. Time- and decent drugs- are the healer.
    Your tale is inspirational I’m getting up, going to pick up ‘Chariots Of Fire’ from the shelf, putting it on the DVD and chilling. Aaaaaaah, thats gooooood.

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    • June 16, 2020 at 9:58 am

      She’s long since recovered thankfully Alt-J the bundle of joy is now more mobile than I could ever hope to be. Chariots of Fire is a great movie and a much better use of anyone’s time than plodding around a park

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  3. June 16, 2020 at 12:34 pm

    Four miles is good going, and keeping a three-times a week schedule is even better.

    I used to cycle regularly, to work and back which made it handily unavoidable. That dropped off when I changed job and… I gained a few pounds.

    I started doing something about this back in 2018 — more walking and fewer kebabs — and over the l;ast few months I have gotten into the habit of going for a hour-long walk every day. I’m a lot fitter than I was, but I don’t see me starting to run anytime soon.

    I should get the bike out again, though.

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    • June 16, 2020 at 12:52 pm

      Always handy when the commute provides a workout. I walked to work for a couple of years and it was so much easier to stay healthy. But yeah, it’s the routine I’m most proud of. This morning I really didn’t want to run but it was my running day so I made myself get up and go. A year ago I’d have stayed in bed…

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  4. June 16, 2020 at 12:37 pm

    I read every word. Two thing happened:

    1. I’m utterly exhausted now (it’s 730 am in Toronto) 😉
    2. I hate running even more now 😛


    I could never enjoy it. I did couch 2 5k for a a few weeks but then it rained, then snowed, then froze…

    Now the pools are closed…ugh. When they were open I had all sorts of fun during senior swim (I’m not a senior)…I think I blogged about it. 😀

    I like walking. That’s why I have/had a dog walking business. But … Pandemic.


    Anyway, good for you! PS track your steps as you chase the toddler. TRUST ME. 😵

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    • June 16, 2020 at 12:53 pm

      Yep she’s a workout all on her own…

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  5. June 16, 2020 at 12:52 pm

    I’m exhausted just reading that. I’ve also come to the realization that women of a certain age… mine… should only run if being chased by a bear. Or a rabid squirrel.

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    • June 16, 2020 at 12:55 pm

      Being able to outrun a rabid squirrel seems like a good benchmark

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  6. June 16, 2020 at 2:41 pm

    Wow. Okay, I’m impressed. I fear my family is going to drag me kicking and screaming into some sort of health thingy, but you did well and should be pleased with yourself. Good job.

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  7. June 16, 2020 at 9:46 pm

    I particularly enjoyed your breaks between running as, I’m sure, you did!

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    • June 16, 2020 at 9:56 pm

      They were generally the best bits yes

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  8. June 17, 2020 at 7:02 pm

    Well, I’m approaching half way in the Couch to 5k regime now and each little 5 minute run section prompts me into checking my will. It’s agony. Unless something major happens, I will finish it because I have to, but afterwards… Will I continue to run 3 times a week? I will definitely need an incentive. If anyone knows of a 5k distant chocolate factory, please let me know.

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    • June 17, 2020 at 7:08 pm

      I have to say, the notion of being able to eat whatever I want with no consequences is an incentive to keep going but I know the amount of running required for that to be true is quite a lot more than I’m ever likely to achieve.

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      • June 17, 2020 at 7:12 pm

        I believe that you would have to run all the way to Alpha Centauri in order to work off the calories of a single Mars Bar (I’m certain I read that somewhere). As a man who has a phobia about eating chocolate bars in uneven numbers I don’t see that as an incentive to me really. I may have to finish at the pub – no wait…

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  9. June 19, 2020 at 4:05 pm

    Kudos to you. I only run if something’s chasing me, although I do love a vigorous walk. For some reason, I just can’t get up to running speed. I have a friend who runs 36 km every Saturday and has done the Boston Marathon 6 times. I don’t know whether she should be congratulated or committed;-)

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    • June 19, 2020 at 4:22 pm

      Your friend sounds crazy to be fair. The Boston marathon is notoriously elite in terms of who they let enter so to do it 6 times suggests a level of commitment that does require the other kind of commitment…


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