Running is not my thing. I love cross training, cardio, yoga, weight training, and I love pushing my body to the limit, but I HATE running. I feel like I need to get into running because I think I would really love it, and it is a great calorie burn.
Ok, so what is stopping me from running?
1. No one is with me, and I used to walk/jog with my mom so I was used to having someone to talk to.
2. My ipod shuffle is in need of a charge, and a redo on the song list.
3. I need to push myself far enough that I will actually achieve a runners high.
4. I need to have the confidence that I can do it.
I know it seems odd that I would be mentioning confidence, but I am getting to that part.
Last week, I recharged and reorganized the song list for my shuffle. I was really excited to use it, and yesterday I dusted off my outside sneakers and hit the pavement. First, Bill and I went for a walk together it was nice to just get on the road with him and get a chance to talk. Then after that I grabbed my ipod and went out for a run on my own. Before you get too excited I only jogged 2 miles. But I did it I jogged.
I started off jogging for a few minutes and then power walking for a few. My power walking is more like power dancing though since I have a dance jog. You can ask my mom, she always said I was really sporty but I ran like a girl. I am taking that as a compliment. :)
Two songs in I start to think. That is right, I completely miss the point of getting lost in the music and pounding my feet into the pavement. I think. I have a complete philosophical conversation with myself about confidence levels in myself and people around me. I realize with a huff that although I have a lot of confidence in a lot of areas in my life this is one place where I apparently need some. This conversation with myself only lasts one song before I realize that I need to just do this. I gave myself a goal of two miles and I am going to do two miles.
I start going a bit faster pumping my arms to the beat, and I am off. Step, step, step, step. The cold air is stinging my lungs, my eyes and my nose. A few songs later I am home, and glancing at the clock. 22 minutes, 2 miles.
Ok, so I didn't get a runner's high, but I didn't hate it.
WOOO HOOOO!! I am proud of you! I am glad you went out there and did it, and I hope you enjoyed it. I think it is funny that you get bored and need someone to talk to, because that is the LAST thing I want sometimes when I workout. I like to just have my quiet me space, some music and a hard workout. LOL. You and Jenney are soul workoutmates, and Laura and I are ha ha!
ReplyDeleteI agree. I think it is because when I was growing up my sister, my mom and I all worked out together and laughed and pushed each other to work harder. Now I feel less motivated when there are not people around. haha.
ReplyDelete