Friday, October 15, 2010
My first mile
Many evenings my husband and I load the girls up in the stroller and go for a walk. A nice leisurely stroll that entertains Sunshine and calms Squeaker for the night. Every night we go I think, "there's my exercise for the day, I'm doing so good." Yup, time after time I lie to myself. Don't get me wrong. It's good to take a walk, something is always better than nothing. However, if my ultimate goal is to run a marathon, well.....yeah, need something more. So today I started. I walked a five minute warm up, then came my first sprint. Only fifteen seconds into it, my legs were on fire and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. I thought this over and over again. I pushed for sixty seconds then began my two minute recovery walk (remember, I haven't run for almost three years and I've put on about sixty pounds since the last time) and I decided I could do this. I just can't think about it hurting. Ninety percent of the pain was in my mind anyway and as long as I pushed, I would get to the other side. By the third sprint I couldn't "feel" any pain. In fact, I felt good. My body began to remember how to run. My legs moved and pushed and it was amazing. Twenty-five minutes later and I was back home. Sixteen minutes. That's how long it took me to go a mile. My first mile in three years. Now, I didn't run the whole time, but I will work up to that. Little by little I will make it.