I think I have slowly fallen in love with running.
I used to run- about a billion years ago in junior high and my first few years of high school. I was on the cross country team and I ran the long distance races in track and field. I wasn’t very good. The only running I ever did was at practice and at races- I never, ever ran at home on the weekends or over the summer. I think the fastest mile I ever ran was 6:40ish, and the only race I ever completed for cross country (before my knees gave me trouble and I had to sit out the season) got me a time of 28 minutes and something. Not very good considering my age and I only weighed about 100 pounds (not much weight to drag around the track! heh)
I often wonder how good I would have been if I’d actually applied myself. SLACKER.
Now I am 32. Mom twice over. Tired all the live long day. Out of shape. In need of regular breaks to conserve my sanity because OMG TWO KIDS ARE LOUD AND NEEDY. Back in August I made a decision to start taking care of myself again- regular exercise being the main focus (I like to eat. So food is hard for me. heh) I started Couch to 5k, not really knowing how it would go or if I’d like it or if I would collapse in an exhausted, sweaty heap at the end of the cul-de-sac before I’d even really started.
I’m proud to report that it’s been 6 weeks and I’m still alive. I’m still running. I had to repeat Week 2 of the program because my knees and ankles were giving me trouble, so I rested for a week and repeated that week again. My knees have forgiven me, though I’ve had some shin splint trouble the past few runs but nothing that is making me feel like I need to stop.
I am enjoying myself.
Dan jokes that it’s just because I get 30 minutes of freedom out of the house. And to be honest, he’s not too far from the truth. It IS a much welcome break from Everyone Needing Something From Me. When I’m out in our neighborhood running, it’s just me and sidewalk. Nobody needs a snack or a diaper change or a teeny tiny shirt put on a plastic Barbie doll and nobody needs their hair brushed. I am alone(ish. We have a busy neighborhood full of people. heh)
I can think. I can NOT think and just jam in my head to whatever song is playing in my earbuds. I can push my body, focus on getting to that next driveway, up that next hill, to that next ‘ding’ that tells me that it’s time to walk or run. I can leave everything in my life that stresses me out or makes me crazy or requires me to be responsible back in the house for half an hour and just BE ME. ALONE. WITH MY TUNES.
The goal of all of this was to get in shape. To feel better. AND I DO. My weight hasn’t dropped a single pound in almost 2 months, but I’m not letting that discourage me. Mostly because I can tell my clothes are fitting differently and I feel a billion times better than I did a few months ago, so I’m okay with ignoring the scale (plus, you know, MUSCLE IS GOOD.) And I’ve been sleeping AMAZINGLY well. Partly thanks to Audrey doing her part (thanks, baby girl!) and partly because of the exercise.
I haven’t yet figured out what I’m going to do when the weather cools off. And I don’t mean when it gets to be 40 degrees. I mean when it’s like TEN DEGREES. Because as much as I’d like to deny it… those days are looming. And I really don’t think I’ll be able to run outside when it’s that cold. Some people do (some people are INSANE. ha) But basically my plan is to finish C25K and go from there. I am over halfway done, so I should be able to finish easily before winter comes. Then after that, I may have to do some inside things to keep in shape until spring.
But for now: I will run.