I don’t run.
I want to run. But I don’t...unless something is chasing me. I read the book Born to Run last year and it made me believe that I could be a runner despite what my short, uncoordinated legs think.
In an attempt to finally pursue my half-hearted desire to run I made a goal to run a 5K. I know that to anyone who has ever run a race before this sounds small and pathetic but for me those 3.1 miles would be a big deal.
I decided that with only 348 days left to complete everything on The List I should get started. Unfortunately, cold weather and I go together about as well as pickles and paper clips.
After spending the last three months decorating my apartment, making mini books, and watching Netflix, even walking a 5K is kind of a big deal for me. But today I did it. Hey, we all have to start somewhere right?
I learned several things on the treadmill today:
1. I can’t allow myself to be intimidated by the skinny girls running a 7 minute mile without breaking a sweat.
2. Because if I do allow myself to be intimidated by them, I will select a treadmill in front of the WRONG set of TVs. (Today for the hour that it took me to walk my 5K I had the choice of viewing Sally Field die on Brothers and Sisters or Anthony Bourdain eat gross things.)
3. The iPod is the best thing ever invented.
4. I think my sneakers lack any type of arch support.
5. I prefer to walk outside.
So where do we go from here? We go another 3.1 miles...then another...then another...then...you get the idea. And maybe we invest in new sneakers?