I've been gone a while from Bloggerville. I've been busy with work, kids, school, you know, life. Excuses, I know. I'm pretty good at them.
I decided to blog again. After deciding to run a 5k. I think I've gone crazy; actually, I know I've lost my mind.
I'm just starting to run. I've never been a runner. Or an exerciser of any kind. Sure I did sports as kid and a bit in high school. I kinda did the aerobics thing for a while (not well mind you). I even lifted weights. But all of those were more than a few years ago.
And I don't like to sweat. Worse yet, I don't sweat well. I get all red in the face but don't really sweat how I need to so that my body cools down.
I started with the Couch to 5K program on my phone. Not gonna lie, I've started it about three times. This time I have money in the race (I've registered for a 5k on July 19th...We'll talk another time about the bad choice that was! RUN! in Omaha in the middle of July??? Have I mentioned I can't stand heat?). I've been half-ass working out on the treadmill. I thought I was doing ok. I learned tonight, on my first run outdoors in at least 20 years, that running on the road and running on the treadmill are NOT comparable.
The moral of today's story is that I kept going. Which doesn't seem like much, but if you know what a good starter, but not the best finisher. Not a quitter. Just, not a finisher.
I decided tonight would be my first real run. Keep in mind, I am running and walking in 90 second intervals at this point, so run is a loose term.
I took the dog with me. She loved it. But she kept stepping in front of me. Trying to chase rabbits. Dog stuff. I kept going despite this. I ended up dropping the dog at home before finishing my session. I kept going.
Now, I'm going to tell you something ridiculous, yet very real. It was actually my first realization that running the treadmill and running outdoors are nothing alike. As I started my first run interval, I peed my pants. Yep. I'm running and peeing my pants at the same time. Disgusting? Yes! Embarrassing? Absolutely. I kept going. Even when it happened during my second interval run. After that, I figured I would just ignore and keep going. And I did. I kept going.
So, it looks like running just got more expensive for me. I'll need not only to keep myself in decent shoes, ibuprofen for the aches and pains, but also Depends apparently. I need to depend on me to keep going.
I decided to blog again. After deciding to run a 5k. I think I've gone crazy; actually, I know I've lost my mind.
I'm just starting to run. I've never been a runner. Or an exerciser of any kind. Sure I did sports as kid and a bit in high school. I kinda did the aerobics thing for a while (not well mind you). I even lifted weights. But all of those were more than a few years ago.
And I don't like to sweat. Worse yet, I don't sweat well. I get all red in the face but don't really sweat how I need to so that my body cools down.
I started with the Couch to 5K program on my phone. Not gonna lie, I've started it about three times. This time I have money in the race (I've registered for a 5k on July 19th...We'll talk another time about the bad choice that was! RUN! in Omaha in the middle of July??? Have I mentioned I can't stand heat?). I've been half-ass working out on the treadmill. I thought I was doing ok. I learned tonight, on my first run outdoors in at least 20 years, that running on the road and running on the treadmill are NOT comparable.
The moral of today's story is that I kept going. Which doesn't seem like much, but if you know what a good starter, but not the best finisher. Not a quitter. Just, not a finisher.
I decided tonight would be my first real run. Keep in mind, I am running and walking in 90 second intervals at this point, so run is a loose term.
I took the dog with me. She loved it. But she kept stepping in front of me. Trying to chase rabbits. Dog stuff. I kept going despite this. I ended up dropping the dog at home before finishing my session. I kept going.
Now, I'm going to tell you something ridiculous, yet very real. It was actually my first realization that running the treadmill and running outdoors are nothing alike. As I started my first run interval, I peed my pants. Yep. I'm running and peeing my pants at the same time. Disgusting? Yes! Embarrassing? Absolutely. I kept going. Even when it happened during my second interval run. After that, I figured I would just ignore and keep going. And I did. I kept going.
So, it looks like running just got more expensive for me. I'll need not only to keep myself in decent shoes, ibuprofen for the aches and pains, but also Depends apparently. I need to depend on me to keep going.
