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\u2018Exercises you struggle with on a Monday will feel easy by Sunday\u2019<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Emma Kennedy on the Six Pack Revolution<\/p>\n

I have always been an active person, interested in life, people, news, but after reacting badly to my second Covid vaccine, I developed ophthalmic nerve shingles. It was to affect me for six months and leave me with asthma so severe, I had to learn how to breathe again with a pulmonary physio. My day-to-day existence ground to dust, I found myself interested in nothing. I was overweight, listless and broken, all vibrancy gone. But at the end of 2021 I allowed myself to believe that, maybe, there was light at the end of the tunnel. I had learned to control my air hunger \u2013 the sensation of breathlessness experienced by asthmatics \u2013 and now, perhaps, with some encouragement, I might be able to put myself on a path back to wellness. My physio told me to start an exercise programme. It was going to need to be full-on, she told me, and I was going to have to commit to it properly.<\/p>\n

Last Christmas came and went, and I found myself in a barn in Cornwall with my wife: she was scrolling through her phone, I was staring at the wind blowing through a field of grass. \u201cLook at this,\u201d she said, holding her phone up. They were transformation pictures from an exercise programme called the Six Pack Revolution. They were mind-blowing. Sometimes, things land in your lap right when you need them and, without thinking further, I signed up for the January wave.<\/p>\n

The Six Pack Revolution is a 75-day food and exercise programme that gradually increases your fitness. It was established by Scott Harrison, a former double-glazing businessman who one day decided to do something about his softening \u201cDad Bod\u201d. You\u2019re assigned a group on Facebook, then helped by coaches who will support you when you wobble. There are Zooms with Scott throughout. Fans include Rylan Clark and Sara Cox.<\/p>\n

For me, starting at a point of absolute zero, it was perfect. First, you know there\u2019s a finish line to cross; second, the exercise was going to step up in manageable gradients: in week one you\u2019re asked to do 10 push-ups, 10 glute exercises and a range of ab exercises. In week two, that goes up to 20, and so on. These are called dailies and you have to do them six days a week. I chose the Signature programme (\u00a3139), but it has harder courses for people who have a good level of fitness. You will need a battle rope \u2013 buy one from Six Pack for \u00a389.99 (or find them cheaper elsewhere \u2013 try mirafit.co.uk).<\/p>\n

On day one, you can\u2019t do 10 push-ups; by the end of the week you can. At the beginning of week two you can\u2019t do 20 push-ups; by the end of the week you can. This pattern repeats for 11 weeks until, in your final seven days, you\u2019re doing 110. These daily exercises aren\u2019t remotely time-consuming \u2013 at the beginning you can have them done in 10 minutes (towards the end, allow 20). The key is sticking to it. For me, getting my dailies done before breakfast worked best. The great and motivating aspect of the programme is how you can see and feel immediate improvement. Exercises you struggle with on a Monday will feel easy by Sunday, and each week brings new exercises. It never gets stale.<\/p>\n

In addition, you\u2019re given physical challenges every Wednesday and Saturday, which you have to do only once but you can choose to do as many times as you like. The challenges are circuit-based high-intensity interval training (Hiit) and each lasts about 20 minutes. Most of the exercises are done with the battle rope: there\u2019s a lot of squatting and using your own body for weight training. Turns out the only thing you need to tone up is you. Bargain. You can easily do everything in your own home: I conducted the programme in my sitting room.<\/p>\n

<\/span>\u2018I show my day one and day 75 pictures to everyone. I showed them to a cab driver and he then tweeted to tell me he had signed up.\u2019<\/span> Photograph: Courtesy of Emma Kennedy<\/p>\n

There is no weighing on the Six Pack Revolution. Instead, you take weekly pictures of yourself \u2013 you have to show your belly. At the start, it\u2019s the worst thing you can imagine. I stared at my day one picture and cried. My six-month illness had left me bloated and unhealthy. I looked utterly miserable. There is no way, I thought, I\u2019m going to let anyone see that picture. And then, week by week, you watch yourself getting smaller: I was shrinking before my eyes, a waistline started to appear, my shorts were hanging differently, a smile appeared, I looked bright and happy and healthy again. I now show my day one and day 75 pictures to anyone and everyone. I showed them to a cab driver a few weeks ago. He then tweeted me to tell me that he had signed up.<\/p>\n

The food programme is perfectly manageable: it asks you to eat six meals a day. A typical day might involve eggs and asparagus for breakfast, cottage cheese on rice cakes mid-morning, pan-fried sea bass with garlic and chilli for lunch, chicken shish with baba ganoush for mid-afternoon, sweet potato jacket with chicken for supper and banoffee ice-cream for evening snack. There are loads of recipes to choose from. You can devise your own menu. If you stick to it like glue, you\u2019ll see phenomenal results. You\u2019ll be provided with meal-plan charts. Fill one in at the start of each week and stick to it. Disclaimer: I didn\u2019t stick to it like glue (I couldn\u2019t eat it all \u2013 you won\u2019t go hungry) and still saw great results. It boils down to no booze, chicken and fish as your main sources of protein, and no bad white, starchy carbs. There\u2019s also an option to use meal supplements to substitute breakfast and lunch.<\/p>\n

I sleep better, I feel incredible and my energy levels are through the roof. I can\u2019t recommend it enough. It\u2019s given me my life back, and the best bit is that, once you\u2019re used to it, it\u2019s so easy to stick to when the programme is done. I do five days of Six Pack and what I like at the weekends. <\/p>\n

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\u2018You\u2019d have to be a psychopath not to find violent conflict intimidating. But it\u2019s also fun\u2019<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Marcel Theroux on Brazilian jiu-jitsu<\/p>\n

<\/span>Marcel Theroux (on top) on the jiu-jitsu mat.<\/span> Photograph: Jon Enoch\/The Guardian<\/p>\n

I had wanted to try Brazilian jiu-jitsu for a while before I finally plucked up the courage to have a go. My first exposure to it was through taking my then eight-year-old son to a weekly class. Essentially, BJJ is a system of groundfighting \u2013 grappling techniques for controlling and submitting an opponent. It\u2019s related to judo, but modern judo stops quite quickly when the competitors hit the ground. With BJJ, getting to the ground is just the beginning. Once they\u2019re there, competitors use an extraordinary range of grips, joint-locks, arm-locks, leg-locks and chokes to submit the opponent. <\/p>\n

I was drawn to it for a number of reasons. I loved how three-dimensional it was. There was something wonderfully free about the way the kids were encouraged to move: rolling, tumbling, wriggling around on the mats. It made me think how rigidly we carry ourselves as grownups. I was also fascinated by its credentials as a fighting system. I\u2019ve always been interested in boxing and Chinese martial arts, and have taken part in both. There are things you can understand only by trying them. <\/p>\n

There is no striking in BJJ, and it is drilled into practitioners that they have to stop immediately when an opponent taps their hand to signal a submission. This makes it possible to spar in quite a full-blooded way without getting injured. The BJJ term for sparring \u2013 rolling \u2013 emphasises this playful aspect. When the children in my son\u2019s class sparred, it looked like kittens playing.<\/p>\n

I watched him taking part for about a year before I finally took a deep breath and got on the mat myself, in 2018, just before my 50th birthday. I was quite fearful. I was in OK shape for a 49-year-old. I swam in the lido, did the odd boxercise class and kept up my tai chi practice for balance and flexibility, but you don\u2019t see many people my age doing backward rolls, never mind trying to fight their way out of a rear naked choke.<\/p>\n

My son\u2019s instructors, Pedro Garcia and Benny SooTho, also ran adult classes for their club, GFTeam. I loved the movement: it reminded me a little of PE at primary school. I didn\u2019t spar that day. I sat and watched, very intimidated, as everyone grappled. It looked extremely intense. Suddenly all that rolling movement is put in the service of getting into a dominant position, locking up your opponent\u2019s limbs or neck until they signal their defeat with a couple of taps \u2013 or, if you don\u2019t happen to have a spare hand, saying \u201ctap\u201d.<\/p>\n

However controlled the sparring is, and however gentle and attentive your instructor is, there is no getting round the fact that, at its heart, practising BJJ involves violent conflict with another human being. You\u2019d have to be a psychopath not to find that intimidating. But it\u2019s also fascinating. How would you cope with someone sitting on your chest, trying to cut off your breathing? Or hyperextending your arm so that if you don\u2019t tap your opponent\u2019s hand, it will break? How long do you think you\u2019d last? At what point do you give in?<\/p>\n

I rolled at the following week\u2019s class and it was like being hit by a soft train in pyjamas. I had no idea how to keep my opponents off me. I flailed around and got submitted almost immediately. For the first few weeks, I would sometimes sit out the sparring. But I would then regret not rolling. It felt like going to a restaurant and having only a starter. It turned out that the only thing worse than getting on the mat and being repeatedly submitted was not doing it.<\/p>\n

Stepping into the gym, choosing to spar and competing in tournaments have expanded my idea of what I\u2019m capable of<\/p>\n

Four years later, I still find sparring intimidating and I sometimes feel a vague dread before class \u2013 particularly if I\u2019ve missed a few and am rusty. But the reason I keep going is simple: after every single class \u2013 even, or perhaps especially, the ones where I\u2019ve been smashed by everybody I\u2019ve rolled with \u2013 I have a rush of endorphins. I feel extraordinarily calm, happy and stress-free. I\u2019ve gained strength and flexibility, and lost weight. And I enjoy the companionship of the people who are choosing to undergo the same challenges. We are putting our wellbeing in each other\u2019s hands and that gives rise to trust and mutual respect. It takes a lot of courage to walk across the threshold of a martial arts gym and participate.<\/p>\n

I have no idea how long my body will keep up with this, but it has been a transformative experience. I\u2019m in better physical shape than I have been for many years, but the more intriguing changes are mental. Those gradual increases in intensity, from stepping through the door of the gym, to choosing to spar, have expanded my idea of what I\u2019m capable of. The process acquaints you with your courage.<\/p>\n

This year, one of my teammates persuaded me to sign up for a competition. Not so long ago, that\u2019s something I would never have contemplated. When I calculatedly missed the application deadline, my teammate Heath told me to send an email to the organisers. I couldn\u2019t bring myself to say that I was too scared, so I did it and they slotted me in. I was bracketed with people broadly my age and weight, but it was still terrifying. As it turned out, I won both my fights.<\/p>\n

Then I competed again in November, and lost my only match on points. That did sting, because I had improved, and yet I was still beaten. In the aftermath, I found myself reflecting on grips that I hadn\u2019t dealt with, an opening that I hadn\u2019t taken advantage of. It\u2019s given me another challenge: how to improve my decision-making under pressure. Our senior instructor, Pedro, who\u2019s a second-degree black belt, still competes, wins some, loses some, and seems at ease with whatever the outcome. That strikes me as very enlightened.<\/p>\n

One of the other great joys of Brazilian jiu-jitsu is that I get to train with my now 14-year-old son. We are the oldest and the youngest members of the class, respectively. Of course, it\u2019s a challenge to keep turning up there, to surrender to the process and not fixate on an outcome, to eat victories and defeats with equal relish, to get comfortable with discomfort and continually accept loss as a teacher, not a verdict. But it\u2019s also \u2013 and this might sound odd \u2013 enormously fun.
GFTeam are at en.gfteamofficial.com. For information on other clubs, go to ukbjja.org\/find-a-club\/<\/p>\n

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\u2018I\u2019ve fallen in love with making myself stronger\u2019<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Monique Roffey on strength training<\/p>\n

<\/span>Monique Roffey: \u2018Lifting weights boosts the soul and body.\u2019<\/span> Photograph: Sophia Spring\/The Guardian<\/p>\n

In May 2021, I joined a gym. While many put on weight during lockdown, I\u2019d lost 9kg (20lb) from walking every evening, no social eating and doing online Hiit classes twice a week. But I was itching to get even fitter. Fitness has its momentum; the fitter you get, the more of it you want. I had seen many \u201cstrength training\u201d clips on Insta of women of all ages pumping iron and I knew instinctively that there was something here.<\/p>\n

While I had never lifted weights before, I knew it improved bone density, muscle and overall wellbeing. In 2018, a fractured foot led to a bone scan that had uncovered osteopenia (less severe than osteoporosis), common in women my age \u2013 and I hoped it would help. <\/p>\n

I joined a local mixed gym and hired a male personal trainer. Joining a proper weights room is intimidating. It looks like a torture chamber. Actually, it is one. Racks, benches, unfathomable contraptions, dumbbells, kettle bells, barbells \u2013 all industrial looking \u2013 ropes and pulleys, and buckets of clips, resistance bands and even sandbags. I felt small (these gyms are full of large, muscle-bound men) and men did flirt, incredibly, even with my 57-year-old professor\u2019s arse. I was stunned. Me? Not cool; not there, where I felt vulnerable and was trying to get fit in private. And so, in November 2021, I found StrongHer, an all-female training gym close to where I live.<\/p>\n

Strength training releases serotonin, the feelgood hormone. Train consistently and you will feel well consistently<\/p>\n

Housed under an old railway arch, StrongHer was founded by women (Tig Hodson and Sam Prynn), for women, and its aim is simple: empowering women. The arch is strip lit and catchy music is on at full volume. It\u2019s like walking into a nightclub, even at 9am on a Sunday.<\/p>\n

I tried a couple of high-energy weightlifting circuit classes, but soon realised that all I really wanted to do was work one-to-one. I approached Abi Skipper after attending one of her classes. She is 20 years younger than me, and I loved her huge laugh and positive energy. Finding StrongHer, and meeting Abi, who would become my personal trainer, is up there with those great change moments.<\/p>\n

Once I hired Abi (personal trainers at StrongHer range from \u00a350-\u00a380 an hour), I went off-peak, during afternoons, when it\u2019s quiet. It was during my one-to-one sessions that I got to clock the other women coming in: women in hijabs, younger women and other women my age, all quietly racking and deracking their barbells. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve fallen in love with the process of making my body stronger and more flexible. You don\u2019t need to \u201clift heavy\u201d to do this. The most I\u2019ve deadlifted (lifting a weight straight off the ground) is 45kg; the most I\u2019ve squatted is about 30kg. I bench 20kg, at a push. In this time, I\u2019ve discovered an old injury in my left quad and had it healed by one of the best physios in town.<\/p>\n

I have learned that getting stronger is fun and fulfilling. And that strength training releases serotonin, the feelgood hormone. Train consistently and you will feel well consistently. From the outside, training might look rather meaningless, even a little shallow. But, trust me, lifting weights boosts the soul. It\u2019s an emotional workout, too. And it\u2019s also not about the dreaded mundane female goal of \u201closing weight\u201d. <\/p>\n

Since joining StrongHer, I\u2019ve lost no weight and yet I do look slimmer, or maybe just different. When you train for strength, guess what? You get stronger. My body before strength training was flabby and had lost its lines and shape. Eighteen months in, my arms are firm, my legs are limber, stronger and more shapely, and my arse has never looked better. And yet I\u2019m not that light in weight. I\u2019m a size 14. I\u2019ve gained muscle mass and bone density. In October this year, I also found, through Abi, a great nutritionist, Ellie Geldard. <\/p>\n

I tried many apps during my fitness journey, from a Fitbit Versa Lite, for tracking steps, to glucose monitor Veri. All have helped me \u201ctrack\u201d habits without the dull grind of tracking calories.<\/p>\n

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While I\u2019m never going to look like Nicole Kidman, I don\u2019t want to. Strength training, especially in an all-female gym, is a feminist choice; it\u2019s political. My trainer is a woman, the rest of the crew are women, and we set our own pace and cheer each other on. We make each other happy. Win, win.
For more information on women-only weights gyms, go to womenshealthmag.com <\/p>\n

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\u2018I realised I wasn\u2019t going to die that day. And that, if I wanted to, I could run. Was I too late?\u2019<\/strong><\/h2>\n

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Christian Donlan on Couch to 5k<\/p>\n

<\/span>Christian Donlan: \u2018At its best, running is like being loaned someone else\u2019s brain.\u2019<\/span> Photograph: Peter Flude\/The Guardian<\/p>\n

I have always envied runners. For years I would watch them scattered along the seafront as I rode into Brighton on the top deck of a bus. Runners captivated me. I envied their cheerful solitude and metronome grace, arms tracing neat rhythms in the air. I envied their focus: they found the time in the daily muddle of work and family to be out here with the sky and the ocean breeze. Someday, I told myself, I will join them. <\/p>\n

A strange ambition, really. I was never the most active person; I never played sports or learned to swim. Then, almost a decade ago, I got multiple sclerosis. MS is a disease in which the coating of cells in the central nervous system is damaged, disrupting the transmission of messages. It causes symptoms from mild confusion to paralysis, and can affect almost all parts of the body, but it frequently leads to balance problems and muscle spasticity. Not an ideal situation for a runner, although I should add there are great athletes who have MS, such as sprinter Kadeena Cox and 400m hurdler Lina Nielsen. <\/p>\n

I was 35 when I was diagnosed. I stumbled from GP to specialists, from MRIs to neurology wards. I was lucky, though. With careful treatment, its progress was slowed. MS was not over, but it became something I might exist alongside. In the thick of symptoms, I had felt jarringly, vividly alive; emerging from that, I wanted to make the most of whatever came next.<\/p>\n

So I woke up one spring morning last year, firmly into my mid-40s, with hundreds of middle-aged worries teetering over me, and I realised with surprise that not one of them had anything to do with MS. I realised I wasn\u2019t going to die that day. And I realised that, if I wanted to, I could run. Was I too late?<\/p>\n

A runner needs a goal. I had a simple vision of my future self lacing shoes, leaving the house, picking a direction and running. No marathons, just running for half an hour, which I read puts you in 5km territory.<\/p>\n

On a sharp April morning I downloaded the Couch to 5K app. This takes you from not running at all to running for 30-minute chunks in nine weeks: three runs a week, interspersing intervals of walking. It worked, I gathered. My brother and colleagues had done it.<\/p>\n

With the app downloaded, I pulled on threadbare Converse, which even I was pretty sure weren\u2019t made for running, a T-shirt and joggers bought for a Halloween party. I headed for a park, the ground squeaky with dew.<\/p>\n

The first Couch to 5K session is short: 60 seconds of running followed by 90 seconds of walking, repeated seven times. I told myself this was nothing, although I sensed panic building. Would MS re-emerge and flatten me? I tried to empty my head. Warm-up done, I resettled my wife\u2019s headphones over my ears and ran.<\/p>\n

I laughed out loud at first. For those startled opening seconds, my body felt rickety and preposterous. There\u2019s no future in this, I thought, as my legs juddered ominously. Was this MS, or was it years of sitting around? I ran for 20 seconds, feeling like an idiot. Someone\u2019s going to stop me, I thought. Can you be arrested purely for doing something so obviously out of character? But then I reached my first corner and turned.<\/p>\n

The rickety feeling didn\u2019t disappear, but I suddenly understood that it wasn\u2019t anything I recognised from MS. It was movement, speed and the thudding of feet. I was running, each moment feeding the next. The following 40 seconds passed in a rush, and I was annoyed to have to walk for an interval afterwards. This first session rolled on, easy, then tricky. By the sixth interval I was drained, but determined to finish.<\/p>\n

The joy as I stumbled home, the voluble cheer that I felt for the rest of the day as I chattered mindlessly while my daughter did her homework, was something I was not prepared for. And the feeling returned after the next runs, each preposterous at first, then simultaneously exhausting and exhilarating.<\/p>\n

I learned a lot in those initial sessions. I got used to the kind, conspiratorial voice of the writer Sanjeev Kohli in my ear, speaking through the app, telling me when to run or walk. I learned the times I\u2019d have the park to myself. Also, I was starting to see runs in terms of two halves.<\/p>\n

For the first half I was cheerful and poised, padding through a Jimmy Stewart world, nodding at postmen and smiling at angry little dogs. For the second half I was sweaty and stumbling, an escaped convict pursued over moors by bobbies with bloodhounds. The task was to extend the first half indefinitely.<\/p>\n

When, fortysomething weeks in, it happened, success felt fantastic. Actually, I felt a bit sick, but then it felt fantastic<\/p>\n

As I went on I picked up another app, Strava, which tracks runs and gave me an overview of the tiny distances I was suddenly covering every week: 2.4km, 2.8km. The app turned each run into a visual trail, superimposing my wayward paths on to the landscape I ran through, like seeing my body\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n

But there were other loops. I got visual migraines, arcs of jangling golden lines that felt like a rip had formed in my vision. Familiar since my diagnosis, the regularity of them was new. As I ran, getting steadier and more confident, I would wait for them to ignite.<\/p>\n

I also started to sense the contours of MS inside me. It wasn\u2019t pain, although spasticity could make my calves so tight they felt like nasty little stones glued to my legs. It was more the sense that I was running within a boundary. I could go so fast but no faster. Maybe I would find that I could go so far and no farther. Was this boundary real? I couldn\u2019t tell. <\/p>\n

Three weeks in, my knees started to ache. My wife suggested the Converse had to go. I bought my first running shoes. It felt like a breakthrough: my bad knees had nothing to do with MS. This was just part of running.<\/p>\n

I had discovered I liked to run, loved the chummy exhaustion and the impact of my feet on the ground. The knee pain had gone and I sensed the special collaboration of exercise: a coming together of all the pieces of me. If I hadn\u2019t had enough water beforehand, my throat would tell me. If I neglected my breathing, my lungs would tell me. My body also sent warnings at times. If my balance was bad, I\u2019d lurch and stumble. Time to turn back, ceding a temporary victory to MS.<\/p>\n

After runs I came home frothing with ideas: flavour combinations, books to read, old friends to get on the phone. I wanted to know about oil painting, the names of the birds I\u2019d seen and the trees I\u2019d passed. At its best, running is like being loaned someone else\u2019s brain.<\/p>\n

By the end of week five I reached a run I simply could not do: 20 minutes, no intervals. The joy was in me, the energy was not; I had outrun my willpower. This is where the weeks started to stretch into months. From week five, I went back to week four, then three.<\/p>\n

Soon I was stuck, orbiting weeks three and six. Late in a repeat of week five, Kohli told me: \u201cYou can call me Sanj now.\u201d I almost wept. He\u2019d known me for five weeks, so it seemed appropriate to him. But I had known him for 20 weeks.<\/p>\n

I hated to be out of step with Sanj. He\u2019d compliment my running, but he could not tell when I\u2019d stopped and decided to walk. As I\u2019d stagger about, defeated, I\u2019d hear him say, \u201cYou\u2019re doing really well!\u201d or, \u201cI\u2019m proud of you!\u201d My heart would break a little, as I had lied to Sanj.<\/p>\n

To get unstuck, I borrowed a trick I had used with MS. Faced with strange new symptoms, I tracked them in a notebook. So I began a running journal, searching for a simple formula for success. \u201cW3D3, energy bar, water, music not podcasts. Good(ish).\u201d<\/p>\n

In among the repetitions and intervals, I glimpsed something important. The teetering tower of worries that loomed overhead each morning: couldn\u2019t I tackle it in the same incremental way? It was not the complete solution to the problem, but at least it was a start. A friend had told me that mixing running and walking is sometimes called jeffing, named after Jeff Galloway, one of the running coaches who popularised it. Today I jeff my way through many things in life.<\/p>\n

And then it happened. Fortysomething weeks in, on one clear winter morning, I ran 5km without stopping. A colleague had recommended parkrun, the 5km meet-ups held around the world at 9am every Saturday. It was a revelation. All of us together. Encouragement and kindness. I was re-energised.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d love to say I barely noticed my first full 5km, but I was calculated in grinding it out. For weeks I stalked that 30 minutes, using my journal to spot the point I got tired, then working out how to get past it. Mantras, the right soundtrack \u2013 I used every trick. Success felt fantastic. Actually, I felt a bit sick, but then it felt fantastic. I staggered away, thinking: done. I have graduated.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t, of course. Every run is different. While I\u2019d mastered parkrun for a day, solo running still required jeffing. Parkrun still does, too, most Saturdays. But even on a wonky run, I can look around and think how much I did not know when I started. The qualities of the birds. What to do with a stitch. What 10 minutes feels like when you are paying attention to every breath. I find it incredible to think that I have run for 5km without stopping, even if I can\u2019t do it reliably.<\/p>\n

And I find it incredible to think that I have had MS in my life for almost 10 years. I still fall into the bad habit of thinking illness is binary: you were well, now you are ill. But illness changes, and I can see that when I look at it through the lens of running. My first years with MS were all about accepting the rhythms it forced on me. For the past few months, I\u2019ve been confident enough to push back, just a little.<\/p>\n

I started Couch to 5K in April 2021, and I hit 5km in February 2022, which is an interesting response to a nine-week programme. I often marvel at the pleasure I have found in something I\u2019m not particularly good at. Struggling with 5km, struggling against MS, or being in my 40s, or just being me, has allowed running to turn into a genuine habit. Hitting 5km without stopping might be a rarity, but I\u2019m in this for good. In every sense, I\u2019m going to run for as long as I am able to. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u2018Exercises you struggle with on a Monday will feel easy by Sunday\u2019 Emma Kennedy on the Six Pack Revolution I have always been an active person, interested in life, people, news, but after reacting badly to my second Covid vaccine, I developed ophthalmic nerve shingles. It was to affect me for six months and leave […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[10],"class_list":{"0":"post-5366","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-ejercicio","7":"tag-ejercicio"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5366"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5367,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5366\/revisions\/5367"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/americanchiropractors.org\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}