Weekend Remembrances
Jun. 28th, 2010 12:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bewizeIt's already Monday. Boo.
I shall go to sleep momentarily, but I'm still kind of geared up, so I thought I'd write a post.
Like everyone else on the internets, I think this post is my life. Especially the look of pure manic glee on the little woman's face. But no, seriously, this is me. I could have written this. Every single word.
Word.
Secondly, I did my W2D3 run of C25K today. It was awesome! After I finished the last interval, I just kept running and proved to myself that I can, indeed, run 3 minutes. So watch out W3D1 run! I'm coming for you.
I have hated running my entire life. I've always had problems with breathing and running, second only to rope climbing in elementary school gym, illustrated that I was the "fat girl with asthma who couldn't do anything ever." So, I'm sure you can all imagine the trepidation I felt about starting to run.
This isn't my first flirtation with the open road, but my last running exercise ended when I started having serious breathing issues last year. (By the way, that is exactly a year ago, this coming Friday. Time flies!) I quit running; I quit doing anything. Walking across the parking lot could send me racing (slowly!) for the inhaler and it got progressively worse until I was using a nebulizer 4 or 5 times a day as short as four months ago.
To be back in a place where I can exercise again is humbling. To be in a place where I can run/walk 3 miles without even needing to reach for my inhaler is surreal.
So, I'll keep running, because it's good for me. It's good for the breathing. It's good for the weight loss. It's good for the endorphins. But mostly, it's good for my mental health. I dump a lot of shit out there on the pavement when I run and no matter what I feel like going out there, I walk away feeling better.
Week 3 is supposed to be difficult, but I feel like I can handle it. So, I'm sure I will.
I went to a friend's house tonight for dinner (after I ran). I took with me a pack of hot dogs, hot dog buns, 4 ears of corn, and half a watermelon. (All stuff I'd planned to eat this past week and didn't.) Upon arrival, I sat down and did nothing while other people grilled for me. I feel that this is an excellent way to have a BBQ.
We ate dinner outside, where by 9, it had cooled down to 90*. It felt fantastic (especially after running in 95* heat.) Fireflies danced in the yard to the song made by cicadas and crickets. Honeysuckle bloomed on the back fence and for a single moment in time everything was utterly perfect. My soul felt at peace and I could hear it sigh in contentment.
I don't know what will happen in the next few months, but I do know that as long as the world has moments like that one, I still believe in my heart that everything is going to be okay.
I shall go to sleep momentarily, but I'm still kind of geared up, so I thought I'd write a post.
Like everyone else on the internets, I think this post is my life. Especially the look of pure manic glee on the little woman's face. But no, seriously, this is me. I could have written this. Every single word.
Word.
Secondly, I did my W2D3 run of C25K today. It was awesome! After I finished the last interval, I just kept running and proved to myself that I can, indeed, run 3 minutes. So watch out W3D1 run! I'm coming for you.
I have hated running my entire life. I've always had problems with breathing and running, second only to rope climbing in elementary school gym, illustrated that I was the "fat girl with asthma who couldn't do anything ever." So, I'm sure you can all imagine the trepidation I felt about starting to run.
This isn't my first flirtation with the open road, but my last running exercise ended when I started having serious breathing issues last year. (By the way, that is exactly a year ago, this coming Friday. Time flies!) I quit running; I quit doing anything. Walking across the parking lot could send me racing (slowly!) for the inhaler and it got progressively worse until I was using a nebulizer 4 or 5 times a day as short as four months ago.
To be back in a place where I can exercise again is humbling. To be in a place where I can run/walk 3 miles without even needing to reach for my inhaler is surreal.
So, I'll keep running, because it's good for me. It's good for the breathing. It's good for the weight loss. It's good for the endorphins. But mostly, it's good for my mental health. I dump a lot of shit out there on the pavement when I run and no matter what I feel like going out there, I walk away feeling better.
Week 3 is supposed to be difficult, but I feel like I can handle it. So, I'm sure I will.
I went to a friend's house tonight for dinner (after I ran). I took with me a pack of hot dogs, hot dog buns, 4 ears of corn, and half a watermelon. (All stuff I'd planned to eat this past week and didn't.) Upon arrival, I sat down and did nothing while other people grilled for me. I feel that this is an excellent way to have a BBQ.
We ate dinner outside, where by 9, it had cooled down to 90*. It felt fantastic (especially after running in 95* heat.) Fireflies danced in the yard to the song made by cicadas and crickets. Honeysuckle bloomed on the back fence and for a single moment in time everything was utterly perfect. My soul felt at peace and I could hear it sigh in contentment.
I don't know what will happen in the next few months, but I do know that as long as the world has moments like that one, I still believe in my heart that everything is going to be okay.