I am not a runner. In fact, I hate it. I have large breasts and knocked knees that make it all the more difficult. And it’s so boring which is my main issue with running.
However, I committed to running a 5K with a very close friend and I’m determined to do it. As much as I hate running, I dislike not fitting into my clothes more which is what led me to start running at age 29. I want to be in better shape. I want to be healthier. Most importantly, I want to prove to my high school gym teacher that I can do it. But really, I do want to fit into my fave pre-pregnancy jeans. Keep in mind my youngest is going on 2.
I was the girl always walking along the track timing my mile, while the fit popular girls ran by saying, “OMG just run. It’s so fun!” No, it’s not. You do you.
The burning I felt in my lungs in my first attempt at a mile was very unfamiliar and quite honestly suffocating. This led me to believe that I never really ran in adulthood or even in my youth. Basically, I’m lazy.
My first mile took me 14 minutes of on and off running. I mainly walked, but I did it quickly, the walking I mean. I also felt like I might die after which is only a slight exaggeration.
Now that I have actually been pushing myself and I know I can run, I can do a mile in 10 minutes. I can run a half mile without stopping and power walk the rest. My next goal is to run 3/4 of a mile without stopping and complete 1.5 miles during every run. I am by no mean going quickly, but just keeping a comfortable pace. I can speak while I’m running but it is a struggle.
Still, I’m proud of myself. I’ll update my progress and hopefully soon my favorite jeans (which do button) will close without hurting and I’ll keep up with my crazy kids even better.