(the one in blue? my hott runner boyfriend, who will be delightfully awkward about being on the blog. but look at him!!! le sigh.)
... ok, not that bad, but how many of you are nodding in agreement?
i've always fallen into the latter category. and yet, sure enough, at 7 a.m. last friday, i was out the door in sneakers.... to run 8 miles.... in the sun.
am i nuts!?! well, sorta.
you see, secretly, i've always wanted to be a runner. hearing other people talk about the races they've run gets me all kinds of fired up! and i always had the best intentions - i could start next monday, right?
so about 3 years ago, i decided enough talk! i was ready to start running, or so i thought. i expected after eating cheetos and watching TV for the last year, i was just gonna, you know, jog a few miles. no big thing.
how'd that work out for me? instead of bangin' out a few miles, i ended up wheezing like i was going into cardiac arrest after about a 100 feet.
seriously, it was athletic carnage out there. i was embarrassed, panting, and totally defeated... not exactly how i anticipated it going.
you know what was the most discouraging was, though? the guilt from all the thoughts in my head about how a run is supposed to go, and all the things i was supposed to feel. i've read article after article. i've watched the movie! every health magazine i've ever read gives advice on how "this year, run that marathon! get off your couch to a 5k! win a race!"
i knew all about how other people run, but no plan for how i, personally, would run.