When I was a kid, for P.E. we used to go down to the park at my dad's job with another homeschool family, the Dills. There was a nice running trail with stops along the way for different areas of exercise. I enjoyed the exercise stations but when it was time to run I always hated it. I did, however, have a pretty major crush on Adam, the Dill boy who was my age, and when he took my arm and pulled me around the track, I was happy to acquiesce! Sure, I'd run if it meant time with Adam! But without the motivation of a cutie to run with, oh heck no!
When I was at school in Germany, my good friend and roommate Joy used to drag me out of bed when it was still dark and crack the running whip as I complained of my impending death during a very cold and dark torture session. She was a runner and I adore her, and I needed exercise, so when we discussed running together it seemed like a good idea, but when it came down to it, I admire the determination it took on her part to get me going! She also got me to do early morning aerobics and many other crazy things I never would have attempted on my own. If you know me at all, you know just what an accomplishment that is... not only because she made me run, but getting me out of bed in the early morning is no easy task! But Joy has always been able to motivate me like no other. She rules.
Obviously lately I have been more into fitness, and I genuinely want to be a runner. I want to love it. I plan to do a half marathon someday, and run the entire way. In my head it sounds glorious. In reality, I can't run for more than a minute without stopping to walk. As soon as I start running I think, "Why did this seem appealing?"
That happened this afternoon when I decided to see how far I could jog around the block. One lap around is slightly more than half a mile, and a few times in the past I have alternated running and walking, but I have never run for more than thirty seconds. Wimp. I set out thinking I would run half the block, walk the other half and be done with it.
I didn't even get that far. I jogged all of 0.15 miles, to the end of my street, turned the corner and walked the 0.09 miles that makes up one short end of my block. Then I started to jog again, thinking I'd see if I could make it the full 0.22 miles of the next street before having to turn the corner again, but I really didn't see it happening.
But then my mindset changed. Why stop? I needed to just push myself a little and I knew I could do it. When I got to the end of that street and turned the corner, I knew I could keep jogging because that street is only the length of three houses. I would stop there.
But then I pushed a little further, because there were only five more houses until I got home. For sure I could make it home! I had only planned to go around the block once and I would have run more than half of it, which is pretty good!
Something kept pushing me though, and instead of turning in at my driveway, I kept going. I made it to the end of my street again and forced myself to finish the last little bit. Then I walked the rest of the way home.
I jogged one full lap around my block: 0.57 miles! I guarantee that is the farthest I have run in one shot since Adam Dill pulled me around the track at Hughes Aircraft when I was 12. I know it's nothing, but it feels like a huge accomplishment for me!
Ooh, and I also got to wear my workout wristband for the first time! It has a pocket for ID on one side, and a zipper pocket for keys on the other. I bought it at Victoria's Secret right after I did the Color Run in order to get a Color Run tank top for $5. We had to buy something in their VSX exercise line, and I didn't want to spend $50 on running pants.
|All decked out and sweaty post-run|
|That says runner. It may not be true yet, but it will be.|
|Ooh, I need to put on some mascara.|
I feel good right now, with that run out of the way. I just have one question though: why does running produce so much saliva? I probably spat 32 times during that run, one for every year of my life! Hahaha. <--- dork.