My heart pounds in my chest, with the blood thundering in my ears beneath my sweat-soaked beanie. I can feel each impact as it radiates through my body every time a foot hits the pavement. The cold wind is an icy knife passing through my nose and embedding itself deep within my chest.
Welcome, my friends, to yesterday’s run – my first experience with running since High School.
Oddly, I didn’t leave the house intending to start running yesterday. After returning home from the gym, Lor and I decided to take Vixen out for her daily walk. (I call it two-a-days. Lor rolls her eyes at me for characterizing walking the dog as exercise.) As the dog performed her daily duty, we discovered a problem – after I picked up after the dog yesterday, I had run out of the little pink bags we use for carrying around her waste until we hit a trash can. I wanted to be a good neighbor, so I turned to walk home to get a new roll of bags. Lor shouted over her shoulder that they were going to keep walking, and we parted ways.
We weren’t very far from the house, so returning home, getting new bags, and getting back to the scene of the crime only took a couple minutes. However, after cleaning up, I started looking for the duo. They were nowhere in sight. I walked forward to the next intersection and looked down the road and spotted them – about a tenth of a mile away. Normally Vixen stops to investigate every tree, post, and random piece of trash she comes by. Apparently not today. I was never going to catch them walking.
But…I have been trying to talk myself into doing the Couch to 5K program for months now, right? I’ve lost almost 100 pounds. I was wearing my knee brace. So, I threw caution to the wind and started jogging down the street, hoping to catch them before they turned the corner.
Alas, it was not to be.
Desperately trying to catch up, without any previous plan or intention, I wound up actually running about 3 tenths of a mile yesterday, just to finally catch them as they arrived back at the house. Vixen wagged her tail at me, the treacherous creature. Lor looked me up and down, and only made one comment.
“Decided to run, did you?”
Apparently, I did not look well after my herculean effort.
I have learned a couple of things, though. The important one is I am apparently capable of running, at least short distances. Today I am not suffering from any dramatic aches and pains, so I didn’t injure myself. I have managed to finally lose my final excuse for not starting the Couch to 5K program. Darn the luck.
However, I am going to have to plan my outfit better if I am going to try this again. I have discovered that all the “extra” skin still attached to me bounces and jiggles in a most alarming way when I attempt to run. I felt like I should be wearing support hose and a bra, to put it bluntly. So, if I am really going to give this a try, then I am going to have to strap myself down somehow to avoid becoming a bouncing spectacle at the gym when I launch this program.
Wish me luck as I begin the “Learning To Run” experience later today.
Here’s Hoping I Don’t Jiggle Myself Right Off The Treadmill,