Dear Bo:
You recently inquired about my new running routine, and if I anticipated hating it forever.
I have an answer for that: YES.
However, I don’t anticipate hating it quite so much forever, and that’s what I’m counting on.
I remember high school, when I actually exercised regularly, enjoyed racing around after a tennis ball for hours on end, and was picked early in the pack in gym. Those days are gone.
But even back then, I couldn’t break an 8 minute mile. Ever. And they made us practice. The fitness test. It sucked.
The running part anyway. The sit-ups and the push-ups weren’t so bad. The sit-n-reach was never my strong suit though.
Back to running.
Today, I did .1 miles more in my 30 minutes than I did on Saturday.
And that was .12 miles better than I’d done the time before.
So now I’m up to 1.93 miles in 30 minutes. I know, you can walk faster than that. (You’re taller, so I’m pretending that’s why…)
And no, I don’t want to hear about how AJ can walk faster than I can run. And yes, I know she’s as short as I am.
Today was week 2, day 2.
I think every day 1 is going to suck. A lot. I’m resigned to it. I’m banking on days 2 and 3 of each week not making me want to die so damn much.
So, really, there was a short version and a long version of the answer.
Yes, with caveat.
Thanks for caring enough to ask, and for telling me it would be awfully negative to believe I’ll hate it forever. I just don’t know if the cynical New Englander in me has dissolved enough yet to believe I’ll ever love it…
Hugs and kisses,
Elisa
