A coworker was talking recently about a 5k she was participating in. It will be her first time running a race and she was excited about it, trying to get together a big group to join her. The race is a benefit for prostate cancer research, and is being organized by a group of local sisters in support of their father, who is fighting through stage IV.
Suddenly, I hear myself saying “Sure! Sounds fun!” WHAT? Me? Run?
Look, running and I are not in any kind of friendly relationship. I have asthma and have never been a fan of the dry heaves. But, here I was, volunteering to run 3.1 miles. I think all the workouts and barre classes got to my brain.
So…here I am, training for a race! I know that to some, it doesn’t seem like much, but this will be hard for me. I signed Tim up for this race as well, and we’ve been training together. I also got Adrienne to join in the race with us! Our first run was rough. I thought about training at the gym, but decided that I should just start on the road – whether that’s wrong or right, I don’t know, but it’s where I’m at. I’ve completed six runs now, and have shaved three minutes off my average mile speed. I’ve had some setbacks:
1) I forget to use my inhalator before my runs, which means my chest hurts like I’m about to have a heart attack.
2) My shoes are not running shoes, and are about 6 years old. They literally fell apart on my foot as I was running on Monday.
3) My pinkie toenail rubbed against the second to last toe and made it bleed – weird. Also on Monday, so basically I was running like a damn idiot the last mile.
4) The first run I also forgot to eat a banana beforehand, and that made my shins hurt a little bit.
But, I bought some proper running shoes and I am trying very hard to remember: banana, water, stretch, run, stretch more.