Day 288: Items Purchased:0, Temptation Radar:0
Tuesday, October 18th.
Recently, I received a lot of encouragement from my Facebook community about running. I have always really admired people who set athletic goals such as competing in a triathlon or marathons. It’s certainly a venture I’ve never considered simply because I lacked the confidence. Jogging has been something I’ve done over the years, sporadically, as a form of exercise with my maximum distance landing at about 4 miles. Last week while I was in my work meeting, I was introduced to a new girl on our team who was a marathon runner.
“I don’t know how you do it! I get so bored after 3 miles. How do you just keep running for 26 miles?”
“It’s mental”, she responded. “You have to run out. Your problem is that you’re running in a circle.”
This past Sunday, I decided to test this theory. I aimed to run from my home to my parents’. In true Forrest Gump fashion, I just kept running. The distance is 7.2 miles and to my surprise, I completed it in 75 minutes. I actually felt great…until later in the evening when I realized that the function of my thighs, hips, knees and inner thighs had been seriously compromised. Nevertheless, after learning that my time was half-way decent pace for a beginner, it occurred to me that I might be on to something. Maybe I really CAN run! I don’t know that I will actually compete. However, I’d like to think I could. One thing’s for sure, I looked like a complete idiot during Sunday’s jog. Picture this: I’m holding an iphone with music blaring, because I don’t own ear buds, or an iPod. I wore my gold watch because I don’t have a sports watch, and I traced my distance via the maps app on my iPhone. Basically, I asked the phone for directions to my mom’s. This, my friends, is grass-roots marathon training at its finest. Today, I felt tremendously unsatisfied by my dorkiness, decided to make a stop at Fitniche, and make an investment in myself.
Cheers to New Endeavors (Fist Pump) My own personal gps. lol.