Today was the first day in a long time that I have felt even quasi human. With the warm weather and sun shining it felt like the awesome chance to attempt a run. The melting has started now so there is at least a tiny bit of a shoulder to the road. Now I won't have as high of a chance that I will get mowed down while running. All the signs were telling me to go. Before I could tell myself I wasn't well enough to go, I got on my running clothes and headed for the door.
|This totally happened.|
I don't know that you could call what I did today, RUNNING. There was walking, slow jog, tiny sprint, walking again, and then kind of a run all mashed into one. It wasn't pretty, and neither was I, but I felt pretty fantastic doing it. There were a lot of little victories in today's "run". First off, my running pants were sooo much more loose than they had been since I had worn them last! That was both exciting, and then mostly annoying as I tried to run in them. Next, it was fantastically beautiful outside and things are melting!
|Do see what is happening here? For the love of all that is holy, that is actually snow that is melting!!!|
The sun was shinning, and I didn't need a winter coat on to be outside! What isn't there to love? Lastly, I noticed that even though I was sick, and wasn't able to give it my 100 percent, I went so much further than I thought I would be able to go.
|What this photo doesn't show is the crazy amount of neon I was wearing. It looked like a unicorn had vomited on me.|
I used to classify being a runner as being one type of person. A runner was fit, they wore tight, body revealing clothes, they had their running cliques, and they thought they were, and probably are, better than me. As I have become a runner (yup, I can call myself that now) I realize that I was being a jerk. I am sure that there are a lot of runners out there that fit into the box that I described, and many that would point and mock me if they saw me running. Mean people are everywhere. Being a runner is about really loving running and just doing it no matter how good or bad you are at it. I don't even love running while I am doing it! I just love the way I feel about my accomplishment after I have finished, and that is good enough for me.
There are still some things that I want to feel more comfortable with while running, that I may or may not master. One of my friends told me I should learn to spit and blow "snot rockets" if I was going to run.
|It's stuff like this that makes me terrified to snot rocket.|
Overall I think that she is right. Those things are kind of necessary as running gets all your nasty juices flowing, and though I have gotten pretty adept at spitting, I just don't think I can ever be a snot rocket kind of girl. I am kind of a dork and instead of using the nifty little pockets on my gloves for my key or emergency money, I stuff them with Kleenex.
|Yup, the sign of a seasoned, hardcore runner, ladies and gentlemen.|
The point is, there is no wrong way to do this, boys and girls! So even if it wasn't my smoothest or my best run, I feel like today was the sign that spring really is on it's way, and that this first run was just the beginning of many more to come.