Run 1 Done... Many To GoMarch 14, 2012
I'm pretty sure when I get out of bed this morning, I'm going to hate myself for running (I'm writing this on Tuesday night). I can already feel the stiffness setting in. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be walking funny at work tomorrow too.
But... I did it. I did Day 1 of the 5k plan, and I survived.
Let me walk you through it.
I strap on my Polar hear rate monitor . I lace up my shoes. The first 2 shirts I try on are way too small, at least I have stretchy pants that fit. I eventually find a shirt that fits too. I fire up the iPod and my Nike+ and find that miraculously all gadgets are in working order after a year of just sitting idle! I'm thrilled... I know this is meant to be.
I head outside. It is March 13th in Minnesota and it is pure sunshine and in the high 60s. It is nothing but perfection for a run! I start off walking. I hear the Black Eyed Peas - "I Gotta Feeling". I smile, I breathe in the perfect air, the perfect smell. I tell myself I am probably looking like an idiot with that giant grin plastered across my face, then I tell myself I don't care.
I make it through my warm up and its go time. Time to run for the first time in a year. I brace myself for the horribleness of it, and before I can think too much I look and my 1 minute of running is over. I walk a minute, I run another minute. I think to myself I only have to do this 8 more times. I wonder if I will live through it.
I turn another corner, and I think about all the times I've run down this street before. I think about how things were so different then. I slow to another walk. "Don't Stop Believin'" comes on, and its time for me to run again. I think about how every time I would hear that song on runs I would envision myself so super healthy, and pregnant, and having my dream come true with a perfect baby at the end. I think about how I got every single thing I wanted... I got healthy, I got pregnant, and I got a perfect little girl at the end. I gloss over the imperfect way of how we got there... that wasn't what I envisioned and today I don't actually care.
Today I am free, today I can run, and feel the air fill my lungs... but suddenly I feel a cramp in my side. That doesn't feel too good. I slow and walk again. Just as it's time to run again, I look in front of me and I'm at a hill... of course, I would hit a running stretch at a hill... ugh! I can't do this. One. Foot. In. Front. Of. The. Other. I think about how always hitting the hill exactly when I have to run is a metaphor for my life.
I see a scary dog with a muzzle. I wonder why people actually have scary dogs as pets.
I see a place that was cleared of the old, scrubby, trees that used to be there late last summer, before Lily was born, when we used to take short family walks. I think about how so much has changed since those walks. I feel like cleared away dead trees is a good sign-the ground is already prepped for new life!
I round the last corner towards my house and realize that I only have to run for 1 more minute. I break into a run and run like I mean it. I hurt, but I will my legs to keep on moving. I'm done. I walk around for 5 minutes getting my heart rate back down, and I head into my driveway.
I walk in my house. I look at my husband and tell him that at least I'm not dead. But secretly in my head I enjoyed the whole tortuous 30 minutes. I remember what its like and even though I was slow, I remind myself that I'm still faster than the person that is still sitting on their couch.
Tomorrow, when I get out of bed and feel my jelly legs, I reserve the right to change my mind.
Run 1... Done! And many, many more to go.