I used to run all the time. Like it was no big deal, I'd go knock out 6, 7, 8 miles. I still "enjoy" running in a very casual, once-every-couple-of-months kind of thing.

Lately, I've become an addict to my elliptical.

So when a friend of mine was like, "Hey, I'm doing the Drumstick Dash, do it with me!" I don't know what possessed me to be all like, "Yes! I'm in!" and fill out a registration form last night. But I did it, and I committed myself to running 4.6 miles in public. I feel a panic attack coming on thinking about people watching me run. But I keep telling myself that if my friend (who has MS!) is doing this, I should be able to put on a brave face and get my butt moving. I’m a health coach, for crying out loud.

To start training, I did exactly what you aren't supposed to do and ran 3.5 miles last night. If you've trained for anything, you know you are supposed to ease in it. Like a complete moron who had never extra-runner-looped her Brooks before, I went for the whole 3.5-4 miles.

It was hard. I got an awful pain/cramp on the lower left side of my abdomen about 10 minutes in (that's never a good start). My iPhone decided NOT to play music. I accidentally ran through mud. I stopped to walk for 45 seconds 2-3 times.

However, when I got home - a completely sweaty, heavy breathing mess - I felt pretty good about what I had done. Sure, the 20 year old me would have LAUGHED at my not-running's self windedness after 3.5 miles, but it was a start. That high feeling after a run is the best. I also slept like the dead last night.

So what’s next? Back to training. Not 3.5 miles again today (I’m only kind of stupid and self-loathing). Probably only cross training and back on the ground this weekend. Which does beg the question… does shopping with a 2 year old count as cross training? I’m hoping yes. And this is why I’m the worst at training. Sigh.


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