I went for a run on Saturday. But, not an "I'm training for a couch to 5k" run. The fact of the matter is, despite the fact that I would run cross country in the fall to stay in shape, I'm not a distance runner. I may look like I'd fit the description of one, but I just don't have it in me...I've never had it in me. Anything more than a half-lap around the track seemed like absolute hell to me.
So, when I ran on Saturday, I started out with my iPod, and an assumption that I'd just run for....a while. But, as it always goes, I haven't a clue on how to pace myself....and, before I know it, I'm nearing a sprint. My knees were aching. My back was throbbing. So, I stopped running, and thought about how convenient my neighborhood is---there's another street off our main road about every hundred meters or so. Perfect. So, I ran from one street to the next...my earphones flew out because I was moving so fast. I'd stop and rest, then do it again. And I loved it. It hurt, but I loved it.
So, tomorrow night, I think the hubs and I are going to hit up one of the local high school tracks. I just want to put my spikes on, and run. Fast. I'm actually excited. I just want to know that I can...
In the meantime, I've been working out with a mere resistance band. I knew I was limited, and that I would fatigue easily, but...I didn't want to lose it all. I had the most amazing (yes, I'm tooting my own horn) shoulders and arms from my years of workouts and early morning trips to the weight room:
Top picture is circa 2007....
This one is circa now.
Perhaps not much has changed---at least on the way my outer image appears. It looks the same in pictures, but feels and operates so utterly different in person. I feel like two different people. The me circa 2007. And the me circa now.
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