One night last September, Lisa and I ran together in my neighborhood. We had been doing this about every other day and still - I hated it. This night though something changed. I didn't think I was dying. My lungs weren't on fire. I could breathe. My legs felt lighter. My aches and pains were bearable. I was able to go longer distances without having to slow to a walk. It felt A M A Z I N G! After the run, I ran right into my house, grabbed my phone, and called my sister. I said, "I GET IT! I understand now why people do this!" That breakthrough was HUGE for me.
|My sister Cherie after finishing her first half marathon last year.|
|Me and Lisa after our 1st 5K - September 2012|
So...this past week, we have been on spring break. No excuses. I got out the marshmallow shoes, the sports bra, the running pants. Out I went. I kept thinking about those inspirational messages you see about running that say, "The hardest step is the first step out the door." Well, I made it out the door with our 7 month old puppy Gus at my side and away we went. Assuming I would be starting from scratch, I was pleasantly surprised to realize I was not as bad off as I was when I started last summer. I couldn't run the entire 3 miles, but my stamina was way better than it had been as a true beginner. I did okay. I have run for the past 5 days and I have actually been looking forward to it each morning. I don't hate it! Yay! I told my husband about another little inspirational saying that I've seen that says something like, "Run until you either die or throw up." Evidently my four year old overheard this because when I came back from my run today she cheerfully said, "Did you throw up, Mama?"
And so, we'll see. I need the exercise. I need the fresh air and sunshine. And more than anything, I need the endorphins. Back at it tomorrow. One day at a time. One marshmallow shoe in front of the other.