Man, check out those sweet tan lines!
Ok ok, down to business… my BFF Kim is coming to visit in just a few weeks, and being the run-nut that she is, she found *us* a trail run 5k to do in Westminster. Matt jumped on the idea, and ran out to buy running shoes. I’m a girl, what can I say, so all the pretty, bright running shoes caught my eye so I figured “what the heck” and picked some up for myself since I will be “running” (I use that term so lightly) the 5k as well.
So I suited up my new fancy minimalist running shoes (the high tech speak regarding running shoes is like a foreign language to me!), and my $6 running shorts from Walmart, and Matt and I headed out to run a mile loop around our neighborhood. 1/4 mile in and I was dying. IT HURT. My calfs protested, my lungs protested, and my stomach started cramping. My whole body was doing one big WTF. I kept up my “running” pace (it was equal to Matt’s walking pace…) for about 3/4 of a mile, then walked a bit. Made the final effort to run down the alley back to the house. Yeahhhh, ouch.
I can get on a bike and ride 70 miles, yet I can’t run a mile. Funny how that works!
It’s seriously been about 15 years since I’ve truly ran. Not the type of running I do down the hallways of the hospital to an urgent situation. I mean running. Which is sort of sad, as I was a pretty darn good hurdler and sprinter in my younger days, but it all sort of fell off when I got lazy. I still have my concerns about picking up running, as I have such finicky knees. Luckily I have a huge fear of water and can’t really swim, so I can’t morph into a triathlete…
Will be I be running a whole 5k in two weeks? Hell no. But at least I have the shoes to give it a good waddling try. And hell, I suppose it’s another way to burn some calories, especially in my time crunched evenings after work!