Starting out at the Bluff View Art District, I started jogging down the Riverwalk. Actually, "jogging" may not be the right word. "Agonizingly traversing" is more like it. I felt pretty good for, well, the first minute. After that my legs turned to lead, my lungs were pleading for air, and I was unbearably mad at letting myself get this out of shape. One mile used to be a warm-up for me in the pre-"I-don't-give-a-crap days"!
But I pressed on ... slowly. I'm pretty sure I saw an elderly woman in a walker pass me at one point. And with about a tenth of a mile left, I was ready to throw in the towel. It was then that an obviously well-trained runner blew by me. The back of his shirt said "Believe". I'm not making this s*it up. It really did. And I did. I finished the mile and continued running half-way back.
Tonight I'm sitting here with achy legs, sore feet, mild chafing, and a raw throat from gasping for air — and I gotta say I feel pretty damn good.
Gotta run!
You'll do it Missy! I keep threatening to go all the way downstairs to the dreadmill to run again. Oh wait, I don't run, I walk :)
ReplyDeleteyee haw! you inspired me, and i ran an agonizing 15 minutes today on the treadmill, then walked another 20. i've never ran a marathon, but remember when i'd run for 40 minutes no problem. ugh, i'm out of shape.
ReplyDeletei also remember years ago when you visited me in chicago and you forced me to run with you when we were both mildly hung over. you ran like a pro and i could hardly keep up.
we'll both get back there!