Tuesday, April 2, 2013
I've been keeping up with running surprisingly well. As in running at least once a week. For me, that's a huge feat.
But I've always been kind of a lazy runner; I still use the Couch-to-5K app but I have it set to week three or four so the runs are mixed in with some walking. I know this seems lame but I like to vary the workout. And I'm lazy.
Yesterday, I decided to go crazy and set it to week seven. This was a five-minute warm-up walk, run for ten minutes, walk for three minutes, run for ten minutes and finish with a five-minute cool-down.
I have to say, that elusive runners' high I hear about all the time finally kicked in.
I never run continuously for a long period because I didn't think I could. But there I was, Franz Ferdinand blasting as I ran over two miles all at once. I barely even took advantage of the three-minute walk between runs.
It felt really good.
I didn't even have to stretch, which I know is stupid but again...lazy.
I'm very glad that I was wearing my real sports bra. The built-in-shelf-bra cami I sometimes run in isn't very supportive so I was able to do all the miles without a lot of bouncy-bouncy.
I finally felt validated that something I've been putting effort into is paying off. Granted, it hasn't been a ton of effort but enough for me to feel like if my pants weren't fitting better, it was a waste of time.
Lately I feel like I'm putting so much of myself into things for very little payout. Yes, I should be writing because I love it – and I do – but love doesn't pay the bills or buy a much-needed new pair of shoes.
So it was nice to feel a genuine sense of accomplishment. I hope to keep it up.
But it's supposed to rain tomorrow...