I love the feeling of wind blowing through my hair. Leg hair, though? Not so much. Yes, readers, you read that correctly. With me being sans running pants, I donned my capris today and went for a run. It was about the time the capris went on that I realized that having a baby means faster showers.
Confession #1: I can’t remember the last time I shaved. Unless if you count today. I got back from my run, stretched, and shaved. I’m pretty sure the angels were singing a hallelujah chorus for me. Since that’s probably way more information than you needed to know, so we’ll move on to my second confession.
Confession #2: My run sucked today. Sucked. I got out the door feeling pretty good, but things went downhill when my phone’s GPS wouldn’t turn on for some reason. I struggled with it outside the house for a minute, pacing the circle, then gave up and just ran. My pace felt a little faster, but I wouldn’t know because my GPS wasn’t working (if you can’t hear the disgruntled tone in that sentence, read it again). I ran a loop that I knew would end up being a little over a mile, but had a stitch in my side for about half of it. I was frustrated and annoyed and all I could think about was how much I would have loved to be wearing running pants.
A part of me wanted to give up on my run today and just walk it. Thankfully, I had a playlist on that kept me going and I only stopped when the ache in my side was too much to bear. However, I can’t say that I hated this run for a few reasons. Yesterday, I ran two miles. TWO.
With my sister by my side, I feel like I run better; she keeps me moving because I don’t want to make her stop (hey, whatever works, right?), and she is an awesome motivator.
What did I have in common with my sister before running? Very little. She’s sixteen to my twenty-two and I’ve only known her since she was twelve when we adopted her into our family. This isn’t to say I don’t love her, she’s awesome. Those two miles with her made me push myself to do a solo mile today. As long as I keep going. I’m determined.
The other thing I learned is that I don’t do well running after eating. All my other workouts thus far have been a couple hours before lunch or about two after lunch. This one was an hour after lunch and I guess I had just enough in my stomach to make me feel a bit off. Maybe it was all in my head, but I know it is something else I need to figure out. There’s so much to learn about running! And you know what? Even with how crappy today was, I’m still going out there tomorrow (in my new running pants, woo!!) and I’m going to try again.
~ Confessed by Rae