Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Okay, I finally understand this running thing
I can run a 5K now.
Until this point, I never truly understood why people would WANT to run. Sprinting, I get. You sprint into the house to get out of the rain. You sprint across the parking lot to grab your toddler. You sprint to the bathroom and back so you don't miss too much of the movie.
THAT makes sense. But running? Just running ... do-bee-do-bee-do ... for like a half hour or more? Made. no. sense. to. me.
I have been juggling a lot this past week and helping out others more than usual. People I adore are struggling and I have a serious problem right now with having some super amazing people in my life. It's a major issue. I can't not love them and care about them. Geeeeez. They should cut that crap out. Stop all of their amazing-ness so I can stop giving a flying flip.
So, our house is rockin' along as usual, I'm juggling park and homeschool stuff as usual, and then we threw in some emotional support for fantabulous friends. I started to wear down. I was feeling helpless and as though I couldn't do enough. Those who know me best and well kept reminding me to take care of myself. I was doing tiny things, but Sunday morning I woke up and just wanted to scream. SCREAM.
Instead, I ran.
Very Forest Gump like. I started my app to keep track of it, but then tucked it away not to look at it until I had returned home. It had been TEN DAYS since my last work out. I was terrified that I would have to ask a neighbor to drive me home, after collapsing next to their barn. My legs burned with the slightest rise in the road. My lungs occasionally weazed. I have this really embarassing gasp/moan thing I do at least once during a run, but this time it was ... well, let's just say it was more than once!
And oh my sweaty pits, it was so GREAT. I was able to just think. I was able to get out stress and aggression. I was able to cry - hard. I was able to chuckle. I was able to jam to some Janis Joplin.
I felt wiped out ... and a million times better.
I get it now. Fine. You're not all a bunch of sadistic freaks. It's awfully powerful and it's not all about the endorphins post-run, but the physical aspect DURING the run.
I get it.
I crave it.
I love it while hating it.
(photo is me, immediately after completing my very first 5K)