I am not a runner. I have, in fact, never run. But somewhere in my highly convoluted state of mind, i thought that i could become a runner with ease, and i agreed to run a 10K in three months. A 10K... A 10K. I could just keep repeating this over and over, but i'm guessing you get the point.
So, I attempted to run today. It was a beautiful 46 degrees (which sounds WAY warmer than it is- or at least it did to me...) I bundled the baby up and hit the park with jogging stroller, ipod, water and phone. everything you need to learn how to run (because i downloaded running apps and all!)
And then i started running. or what i thought was running. i'm guessing it looked more like a baby ostrich trying to walk for the first time. it's definitely not as easy as i thought. my legs didn't propel me. my lungs didn't work. my body broke out in a sweat that fogged my sunglasses and brought chills to my skin from the cold air around me. i "ran" for about four minutes. i quickly walked the rest of the mile and a half.
i'm not giving up just yet, but i did get a slap in the face of reality that this commitment to a 10K (that's a little more than 6.2 miles, for us non-runners) is going to be a bit more than me just hitting the park and blowing all the other ladies away. at least for now. after april, watch out!
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