All of this started sometime in November. I’m not sure how or why, but I decided I want to be a runner. (Really, I can probably blame my friend, Tammy, as she was busy completing marathons and whatnot.) The only viable time to run would be at night, so I made arrangements to run in the parking lot after work. I bought the necessary gear for winter running, set up my playlist, downloaded a C25K app, let my coworkers know where to find me if I didn’t check back in within two hours, and then I set off.
“Begin walking at a brisk pace.”
Okay, sure. I can totally do that. Look at me walking briskly! There’s just no stopping me!
“Change to a run for two minutes.”
Two minutes? HA! That’s ridiculously easy… umm. Wow, that kind of hurts my side. Yikes! What’s that pain in my leg? OHMYGOD two minutes has to be nearly finished!
“One minute, thirty seconds remaining.”
Right. We’ll just walk at a slightly brisker pace. Or maybe just slow down a little more on the “walking” sections.
It didn’t take long to realize that a Couch-2-5K was not going to work for me. I could barely manage a couch-to-refrigerator. I probably would have given up after that, but I came home that night to find a flier in my mailbox for a new gym that was opening nearby. I checked the location– not just “nearby”, literally half a block from my apartment. And cheap! I mulled it over for approximately half a day, told a coworker about it. She was the fourth signup for the location, and I was the fifth.
There have been setbacks. I stopped almost entirely between December and February. My usual seasonal depression kicked in, and my doctor recommended tanning in short increments to get the simulated sunlight. My gym has tanning. And hey, since I’m already here, I might as well get a workout in.
Between March and May, I lost 25 pounds. That’s some pretty good incentive to keep going.
It’s so easy to just say, “I’m a grown-up, and I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do,” and skip my workouts. When I finish up a 12-14 hour day at work, the only place I want to be is home. But that’s all the more reason not to give up.
I can’t run away forever, but I can run away for an hour or two a day, literally. I can take off and go and not have to think about anything but my heart rate and my stride and the next step.