Friday, November 09, 2012
I've never been a runner. Really- I'd rather take my chances with the zombies.
But I decided to take on this challenge a couple of months ago of running a 5k. Partly because I love being outside and doing things with my dogs (I've been walking them an hour a day for a few years now), partly because I thought if I started running, I could get my husband back into it, but mostly because I know how damned good for me it is.
My husband, who is retired Navy, has been a runner in the past. Every year he does the fun run on his base, but he has only really and seriously gotten back into running now that I am doing it. When I started, he kept telling me "It gets easier, it gets easier."
I'm here to call him a liar.
It doesn't get easier. I finished my set today, and I am beat. I was gross, sweaty, and panting like a dog in August.
But here is the surprise. It's not getting any easier, but I am getting better. I am getting stronger. I am getting (gasp) faster.
Today I made it farther down the path that I run than I've ever gone. In the same amount of time.
And my mind is getting stronger, too. For instance, all week (I ran an 8k on Sunday) I've been tired. I have a ton to do for work, papers due in the classes I'm taking, and the like. I'm beat! But each day that I've run this week, I have started out thinking "Wow, I'm tired this morning. Maybe it would be okay for me to do 6 intervals instead of 8 today." (I'm currently running 8 intervals of walk 1 minute, run 4 minutes). And each day, when I've gotten to the 3rd interval where I COULD have turned around, I DIDN'T.
I didn't turn around. Even though I'd told myself it would be okay. I pushed through.
I've never been a runner. But I just might become one some day!