i hopped out of bed at 5:30am, eager to start running again. i had no idea what 'level' to start on, but i figured two miles would be a good start. maybe i should have done a little couch-to-5k run/walking, but i didn't want to. i wanted to run.
i hoped i had not forgotten how to run (i hadn't). it was slow (and felt even slower), but technically i was running.
thursday (9/1) am run: 2miles!!!, 20:13**, 69º
**as in, just a few seconds slower than my 5k time. ohh yeah. ;)
i gained a new respect for newbie runners, so i wrote them all a note:
dear beginner runners,
i applaud you with an unending standing ovation. having been running for 12 years or so, i had long forgotten just how hard it is to start running.
that first day is brutal! the first quarter-mile might be fine, but then your lungs start to burn, your heart feels like it is pumping out of your chest and you have to force yourself to maintain a little bounce in between strides to qualify it as running vs. walking.
it gets better - i promise.
hang in there,
a runner on her 2nd take