A slow run is better than no run.
Monday, June 24, 2013
I ran a mile today! I'm not sure exactly how long it's been since I ran a mile, more than six months but a little less than a year. I had said to myself, before, that I'd start running again when I was down to 195 to help keep my knees safe, but then I decided to seize the day and just run slow and gentle.
I had a Laurel and Hardy bit in my head helping me keep pace. www.youtube.com/watch?v=
It's such a soothing, funny song and dance. (The dance actually starts something like a minute in.)
It's so very nice to be a runner again. A really, really slow runner. I'm almost certain my husband can walk faster than I can run, for instance. (On our walk yesterday I felt like such a weenie because he was pushing the stroller and I was huffing to keep up with him.)
I think running today was mostly about strengthening my mental muscles. My legs feel like overcooked noodles, so it strengthened my legs too, but my mind was flabbing out way before my legs started to tire. One part of myself kept trying to tell the rest of me to quit: I might get a cramp, it might start to rain, my kid might freak out, I might look like a total doofus "running" at something like three miles per hour, and on and on. I just kept saying to that part of myself, "look, you can at least make it to that tree, or sign, or telephone pole. You can at least go that far. Then we'll talk." And I did it. I actually went a block farther than I meant too because I was too busy psyching myself into finishing the distance I meant to go to notice I was passing that point.
I was a good example to people once. I like that I'm starting to be a good example again.