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Jun 2020
12:39am, 5 Jun 2020
5,825 posts
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57.5 Degrees of Pain
Loving the potted life and running histories!
I got married 21 years ago today. No children, but several dogs and a couple of cats along the way.
Ran occasionally in the 1980s and entered the 1987 Glasgow Marathon (after volunteering at the previous few with my Scouts). Partied all summer, then got a job in East Anglia which gave me an excuse to DNS. Ran a bit and raced a few times while living in Malawi 1990-93, was very fit from biking everywhere. Ran a bit more in 1995 and sneaked my goal of a final sub-40 10k before age 30.
Gave up running again until about 2000, then slowly hit the slippery slope to obsession. Gave up my previous sports of cricket, hockey and squash because they all hurt too much in various ways as I got older.
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Jun 2020
7:19am, 5 Jun 2020
41,002 posts
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Lip Gloss
Happy anniversary to you both 
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Jun 2020
7:40am, 5 Jun 2020
6,322 posts
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TeeBee
1990 - graduated and went travelling
1991 - moved to SW London and started work
1992 - got at job at London zoo
1993 - met husband to be
1994 - started PhD
1998 - completed PhD
1999 - bought house I still live in, got married, started postdoc research.
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Jun 2020
7:41am, 5 Jun 2020
6,323 posts
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TeeBee
Probably still the best decade of my life so far.
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Jun 2020
9:13am, 5 Jun 2020
12,941 posts
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Garfield
Happy anniversary.
Running - insomnia jogs during university, started running at the gym in 1995, finally hit the outside in 1999, only running during the spring, summer autumn until about 2003 when I started running a little bit more. Joined Fetch in 2007 while recovering from a spectacularly sprained ankle...no running for 2 months and gentle build up after that.
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Jun 2020
9:22am, 5 Jun 2020
46,931 posts
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Velociraptor
I attempted "jogging" in 1987. Some of the people I knew at university jogged and I decided I'd try to make a start when I was home for the holidays so that I could go out with them when the summer term started. I got up early one morning and went out in the rain, forgot to take my doorkey, stayed out (walking, mostly, for I had no idea how to run more than a few paces) until I could reasonably ring the doorbell to be let in, my mum told me I was stupid and, in all likelihood, too fat to go outside in shorts, and I didn't make another attempt until 2001.
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Jun 2020
9:52am, 5 Jun 2020
16,624 posts
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Bazoaxe
My first run was maybe 1983/4. Sponsored run of 20 laps of the cricket pitch. I was in a group with my dad and we plodded round for 16 laps at which point I put in a sprint finish.
My sprint didn’t make it to the 17th lap and I was caught by 18 and soundly beaten. Clearly a pacing lesson in there for a youthful bazoaxe.
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Jun 2020
10:05am, 5 Jun 2020
19,878 posts
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Dvorak
I was used to running about as a child , for amusement and transport. Inspired by the Olympics etc I'd even run the "10 000 metres" around my block (in actual fact 20x 200m laps although I guess that's not bad in terms of distance and application for maybe an 8-10 year old). I'd still run in my teens, although more sprint distances, but one day in around June 82 I think (just before leaving school), a couple of mates suggested we did a "proper" run. So of an evening we set off from my house, across to the industrial estate for a lap and a bit, and back a different way. By map and string I worked it out as 2800m (pretty close, it's actually slightly longer) and it took us 14:50. Of course, we'd just gone out and blasted it and were absolutely puggled at the end and ablaze with lactic ...tbc
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Jun 2020
10:22am, 5 Jun 2020
11,410 posts
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SarahWoo
My first run (apart from very unenthusiastic cross country runs at school which usually meant hiding somewhere down the road until it was the right sort of time to run back up the school drive) was Day 1 of the RW equivalent of C25K in May 2007, around a caravan site near Cirencester where we were staying for half term week. Mr W cycled (he could have walked!) beside me with a stop watch, telling me when to change pace. I shouted at him because I was sure he was making me run for more than a minute!
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Jun 2020
10:33am, 5 Jun 2020
2,607 posts
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um
57.5's history sounds familiar ...
Gave up my previous sports of cricket, hockey and squash because they all hurt too much in various ways as I got older.
Actually - cricket never hurt. It was more a time thing.
I gave up squash because I was travelling too much and playing all my monthly ladder matches in 2 or 3 evenings and thinking 'I'm over 50, my heart rate is going up exponentially, if anything is going to kill me, it will be squash'.
Hockey was the last to go, because it hurt ... at least the 2 or 3 days after when I couldn't negotiate the stairs.
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Menopause and running
Jan 2025