For years I tried to start running and failed every single time.

Then my husband got an artificial knee and I had to drive him to the physiotherapist every second afternoon.. I’d sit in the car, it got hot, I got drowsy and couldn’t function for the rest of the day.

I decided to get out of the car and go for a walk. The physio’s rooms were on a slope and I started trotting up the hill.until I ran out of steam, that’s when I turned around. Every day I got a bit further, still incredibly slow and not really considered it training but I slowly got into a jog. By the time my husband’s physio was over I managed quite a distance (even though I never reached the peak) and I kept up the routine. In flatter country. I actually started jogging. And I took it from there.

I realised that I had always started far too fast. I ran for 100m at what I thought was a slow pace, ran out of breath and never developed any stamina. My breakthrough came when I realised that I had to go not slow but slower. Slower than a walker if necessary to begin with. And I took it from there.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Breakthrough