Wow....So, I've done something today I've never, ever done before.I ran 8 miles.(below is an entry I wrote two and a half years ago.)
About 3 weeks ago, I was with some friends on a Saturday night and we on a whim decided we're going to train to run a 5-k! Of course, this is all fine and dandy in theory, right?! Our first run was going to be the following Monday morning.
We decided we will run 3 days a week at 6:00 a.m. The only thing I wasn't sure of at this point was the 6:00 a.m. thing. To quote a previous pastor of ours, "I'm not sure God is even up that early!".
Monday morning arrived and I very groggily got out of bed and sleepily walked out the front door. I got to our meeting point and shivered in the cold air. We were all so pumped up!
We started out walking briskly and were chattering away.
Then the first 3 minutes came up. We start running. One minute goes by and I'm totally feeling the burning in my lungs. Two minutes go by and I am gasping for breath. By the time we're on the third minute, I am feeling like a fish out of water! Finally, the timer rings! Whew! Blessed relief.
We start walking again, but not quite as briskly as before. Lest I bore you with the details of the entire morning, let's just say that I'll leave it to your imagination. If the first 5 minutes were that bad, can you even begin to comprehend how the last 5 minutes went. Oh My Word!!!!!!!!!! Burning pain doesn't even begin to describe my lungs and legs. wow. For some interesting reason, there was no more talking! We were just concentrating on surviving!
We also didn't get as far in our last 15 minutes as our first 15 minutes. Imagine that? Our running in the last 15 minutes was more like a slow stagger..... 
I was breathing so hard and panting and gasping for breath. This totally surprised me. I wasn't prepared for how much you use your lungs when you run.
I crawled into my car without stretching. Big mistake! I hurt so bad, I could barely use the clutch to shift on the way home. I don't think I had still caught my breath by the time I got home. I staggered (literally) into the house and the only thing I could think of was going into the shower and sitting on the floor and letting the hot, hot, hot water massage my aching legs and back. I was in so much unbelievable pain.
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I can't believe how my body has adapted to the running. The only disgusting thing is I weigh more than I did a year ago. Grrrrr..... You would think that if I stepped up my running the pounds would magically melt away. Yeah - not so much. I guess I like my midnight snacks too much!
A little over a month ago we started running longer miles on Sunday afternoons to start training for the half marathon we're running May 2010. To my surprise, I discovered that I actually enjoy these long runs! After we hit the 3rd-4th mile, it starts feeling easier, somehow. Your breathing regulates and you start going on automatic.
The other thing it does is clear my mind. There is something that happens to your body when you run for that many miles. It's totally exhilarating! I have a better mental attitude after I pound the pavement awhile.
I am so grateful to my running buddies, who have encouraged me these past couple of years. I know without them I would've stopped that very first day! (Yay for girlfriends. It's free therapy!) I love you guys so much and am absolutely grateful for you.
Recently I heard of an eighty year old woman who ran her 20th consecutive NYC marathon. I so want to be like that when I'm eighty.
Now I just have to get my husband on board. I'd love to run with him too... I can just see us now.
Eightyish.
Gray hair.
Holding hands as we cross the finish line together.
(that sounds totally sappy)