All I can think about is running. Do I have to run today? Why did I decide to run? Should I run farther than yesterday? Should I feign sickness so I can be excused from running? So many decisions.
So here's the low down. Since my
first running post I have jumped from 1 mile to 2. I'm also running a bit faster ~ about 30secs/mile faster than when I started. So overall, I'd say I've improved.
I still hate it! H-A-T-E! Didn't my mother teach me not to use such harsh words? I guess not.
To give homage to running's redemptive qualities:
#1 - I have more energy. When people would tell me they feel better and have more energy when they exercise I would typically scoff. Usually I can hardly put one foot in front of the other so how can I exert energy and exercise when I don't have a surplus to begin with? While I hate to admit being wrong. The myth is true. You do have more energy when you exercise. Although you wouldn't know it when you see me pounding the pavement. I look similar to an elephant. You know how heavy their feet appear when they walk? Yep, that's me!
#2 - I do feel better about myself. I haven't lost weight. I don't look like the Runners World
model yet. But hey, I do feel better knowing that I'm exercising so that counts for something.
#3 - When I run, I don't have to berate myself for my lack of exercise. Can you relate? Usually I sit at work, at home, in the car, wherever and discuss with myself
IF I am going to work out and what that will look like. Inevitably I always come up with a great excuse as to why I can't. And then when I go to bed I think about how I didn't do it. That is such a downer. I do enjoy not having that to think about.
So I'm still plugging away and hoping to enjoy running one day.
On another note: I have started attending the
Drill Sargent's boot camp on Mon, Wed, and Fri. This kinda of exercise is definitely more
fun {term used very loosely}. But the gals are a blast and it's fun seeing my husband in action. Come join us if you dare.