Thursday, September 18, 2008

A Do Run Run Run and Do Run Run

I went for a run yesterday. The first run in about one month. I was feeling extra motivated for a solid workout after watching the premier night of Biggest Loser the night before.

Here were some of the thoughts that I had during my run:

- Five minutes after my walking warm up, I knew it was time to start running I felt scared and afraid I wouldn't be able to actually run. I told myself, right at this corner, I will run. And I did.

- Two minutes into my run, I thought, "This isn't so bad. I actually like this!"

- Five minutes into my run, I thought, "Wow, I have been running for five minutes, I didn't think I would last this long without having to slow my pace down to to a walk!"

- Six minutes into my run, I thought, "Where in the heck did this play list on my Shuffle come from? I don't recall downloading so many naughty, booty smacking songs! And, is Snoop Dogg the Anti Christ?"

- Eight minutes into my run I started to lengthen my stride and hold my head higher. I also enjoyed Gwen Steffani, "B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"

- Twelve minutes into my run, I thought, "Bummer, I haven't seen any cars or people out to see my run. Why am I so motivated by what others think of me?"

- Fourteen minutes into my run, "If I could just keep this pace up until we pass Bonnie's house, maybe she will see me run and think I am disciplined and fit."

- Sixteen minutes into my run, "Wow, that sunset is gorgeous. The lake looks so peaceful. I can't wait to stretch and breathe in some peace like that into my body."

- Eighteen minutes into my work out, "My run will be done soon, but I want to keep running. I am loving this!"

- Nineteen minutes into my work out, "I hope some people in these store fronts and restaurants see me run and envy me. I hope my bust and belly look flattering and not fattening!"

- Twenty two minutes into my run, "Cool, there is a town meeting at the fire station and the garage door is open. I must really lengthen my stride and look like this is a piece of cake. Ahhh. Why did I eat those two candy bars today?"

- Twenty four minutes into my run, "At the next street corner, I slow down to a walk. I can make it..."

- Twenty five minutes, I ran, feeling re-energized, strong, healthy and re-vitalized. I walked home, stretched, showered, drank 3 large ice waters and laid on top of my bed while Fred and I watched our Netflix, "Mad Men, Season 1." Every once in a while, Fred would rub the arches of my feet or my back. He is so wonderful!

Life is good!


Lilly said...

Well done you. My run would have gone like this. After two minutes warm up and five minutes of walking I would be so pleased with myself I would call it quits and go home elated. The Biggest Loser is inspiring I have to say. Health is so important. Maybe you will inspire me too.

Anonymous said...

Two minutes into my run and I'd need surgery. Way to go!

Anonymous said...

I am SO impressed. What Karla said: I can't run more that two minutes without feeling like dying. And my husband says I look like a giraffe when I run. Whatever that means.

Sheila @ A Postcard a Day said...

Could I borrow Fred? :)

Helene said...

You go girl!!! Good for you! I can relate to that feeling you had in the beginning of being scared but then once you get started, you realize you can do this!

Your husband sounds so husband could use a lesson or two from him!