Running is NOT my strong suit. In fact, I might be the slowest runner on the planet. Every time I run my legs hurt and feel all wobbly. My heart races a mile a minute. It’s hotter than blazes outside (I just turned into my southern bell grandma for a second with that phrase), which also doesn’t make me want to move.
A few weeks ago, I decided to stop fighting with myself and the expensive clothes in my closet and do something about the bulge that hovers around my mid section (why wasn’t I blessed with fast metabolism??). I started a healthy diet, I am walking a minimum of 12K steps per day (hey fitbit) and I am doing something active, albeit sometimes grudgingly, every day. I am also drinking a TON of water, so I am getting my steps mainly by walking to the bathroom 667 times per day :). TMI?
Anyway, I decided that I was going to start doing couch to 5K… again. It worked for me once, I did my 5K, and I stopped. Running is NOT my thing. I feel good afterwards, but I’ll never be the “hey, let’s go run 6 miles tonight just because it’s gorgeous outside” type. I’d rather swim laps, play tennis, walk the dog, floss my teeth… ANYTHING other than run.
I’ve been making myself do it because I want to see results. I want to challenge myself in a new way. It’s a good calorie burner, I can do it any time of day, anywhere. The any where and any time part is key, given my travel schedule.
So, today I started week 4. My run this morning was the hardest yet. If you’re a runner, this will sound like a big ol’ joke to you, but to me, it was hard. Warm-up walk, 5 minutes. Followed by a 3 minute run, 2 minute walk, 4 minute run, 2 min walk, 5 minute run, 3 minute walk, 5 minute cool-down walk.
I wasn’t going to run today, because I ran yesterday. I went to the gym with the intent of doing the elliptical and then some weights. After I was on the elliptical for 14 minutes, I remembered that tomorrow is the 4th of July and that I might not be able to or want to run tomorrow. J will be home from work too, so we could play tennis or do something together. I much prefer that. So, I got off of the elliptical and started my run. The first run was easy. The second one was hard. The third was exhausting. I lowered my speed a bit in the middle of the last run to just keep running and then pushed it back up for the last minute of the run. By the time I got to the last walk, my legs were jell-o.
So I came home and signed up for a 5K.
I know I’m nuts. If it hurts to run for 5 minutes, how can I possibly run for 30 or more?
Everyone that I talk to who is a runner tells me to just keep at it. That it’s going to hurt. That it’s a game of mind over matter. And boy, is it a game… I keep repeating the same mantra as I get tired…”think how many STEPS you’re getting! you’re doing awesome…. oh shit this hurts…. you’re doing awesome!!!”. HA.
So, on August 16, I am joining the best Elvis impersonators in the Chicagoland area for the Elvis fun run. I purposely signed up for a fun run – little pressure. I can do it, I know I can… but it’s going to hurt like hell to get there.
The crazy thing about this whole running business? I am actually fairly in shape. I work out regularly. Running is just a different beast, I guess. I think you have to have a side of crazy to enjoy it – maybe my side of crazy (crazier) will come.
Hopefully before the 16th of August.
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