1) I learned how to run.
2) I still hate running.
I don’t know what I thought would happen exactly. I suppose in my dreamiest of dreams, I would take off one day and realize that moving my legs and flapping my arms is, indeed, exhilarating. Instead I found myself cursing the day I started this blog and this project and wanting to quit after three solid days of not being able to fall asleep at night due to soreness.
Realistically, I know it would take months of slow training, hard work, and (gasp) discipline to achieve the status of “runner.” I also know that due to some previous injuries, my knees might just fall right out of their sockets if I became a track star. I guess I just hoped to prove myself wrong.
If you’re wondering, I did manage to run every day. Well, almost every day. I skipped out on Easter Sunday and then three other days due to inclement weather (every day I prayed for rain).
I lost zero pounds, gained zero pounds, and increased my running time by exactly three songs.
There were some setbacks. For example, our jogging stroller was broken for two weeks. Have you every tried jogging with an umbrella stroller? People stare. There was also the weekend I had the kind of intense “woman pain” that lands you on the couch with a heat pack and a series of texts to your spouse that involve “I’m dying” and “Can you please make me a grilled cheese?” I still managed to run, however. This was my greatest triumph.
Admittedly, there were a few moments I did enjoy the whole ordeal. One time a van full of moms slowed and gave me the thumbs up, another time it started raining and, thanks to my overactive imagination, I pretended I was running from zombies. Mostly I enjoyed the first 30 seconds of running; the wind in my hair, the air in my lungs, the exhilaration of the first beats of a great song.
From the beginning, Austin has been against the April goal, citing multiple sources who say that running isn’t actually all that great for you. Brisk walking is what I should be doing, every day, no matter what.
Things that give me hope
1) My sister. We walk every day at 4:30. Having someone to hold me accountable works.
2) This chick (I’ve linked to her before, but if you haven’t read her exercise/weight loss story–do).
3) Waylon. He treats the stroller as his personal limo service.
Cheers to May.