A year and a half ago, I started running. Well, running is a loose description of what I would say I am doing. I use an app on my phone to help me become a runner, build me up to running a 5k.
The first time around it worked to get me to finish a 5k, I wasn’t fast and didn’t die. I will say I was sick as a dog and should not have run. It was about 5 degrees out and had snowed. I couldn’t breathe but I did it and I may have been passed by a women 25 years older than me. But my son and I were determined! He did great, again I didn’t collapse- so it was a win-win!!
That leads me to where I am today... starting over again. There have been a few start overs since that 5k. I am back on week 1 day 2. I don’t think I love running yet. My friends who are runners make it look so effortless. Despite looking so effortless, I realize how much they put into it.
I completed 2.18 miles of walking/running today. My legs feel like bricks hitting the ground and I may have inhaled a few swarms of nats. My arms don’t seem to move like real runners do. I try to remind myself “nose to pockets” as I swing them back and forth. My son learned that from one of his fitness coaches. I try to remember to have smooth breaths in and out to stay in control.
I know I will never be fast, but I’m ok with that. I just want be better than I was a year ago and even better in a year from now. All in all, I feel good and I am happy to be starting over again.