I’m a runner

The weirdest thing happened on my run/walk  session on Wednesday.  I had just finished my 5 minute walk warm up and hadn’t run for 2 blocks, when I started thinking:  this is fun; I’m so glad I’m out here; running makes me feel like I’m doing exercize (vs walking which makes me feel like I’m doing fat suburban mom exercize).  


As soon as these thoughts popped into my head, I realized that I was enjoying running.  For anyone who runs, this might come as a strange statement, but not for me.  I’ve been running on and off for 6 years.  Yes, 6 years!!  I’ve taken the learn to run (0-5km) class more times that I care to remember and for the most part and hate every minute of it.  It’s hard; I feel slow; I want to be at home eating potato chips rather than out there showing my legs to the world in a pair of shorts.  


I’ve finally crossed into the camp of people who enjoy running.  After and during my run I spent some time thinking about what circumstances had lead me to such an enjoyable run.  First:  it had been a long day (unhappy teething baby!) and I was grouchy about not having done anything, it felt good to have fit in my exercize; it felt good not to have screaming baby in my arms; it was in the evening and quiet; the path was covered in hard snow which made it easy on my body to keep running (I normally would have walked much more of the 5km); I didn’t have my ipod (perhaps it helped to simply have an hours of tranquility); I was wearing running gear (this again might sound odd, but I tend to go out it left over college t-shirts and sweat pants, but for winter running warmer clothes are required and I bought winter running pants & a jacket; the outfit contributes to me not feeling like a blob).  

I know that one day does not make me an olympic runner, but one day of enjoying running makes it much easier to have another day of running.


Not sure an Olympic is in the cards for me this year

The volume of my posting correlates precisely with the volume of training that I’m doing.  Ahh… talk about off track.  I’ve taking my measurements monthly, but not much movement on that front, and the weight is sssssllllooooowwwwllllly coming off.  The latter is more of a fluke than a true effort.

I’m reevaluating what my objectives should be for this year and what my priorities are.  There are many competing things in my head: loose weight, get strong, build core strength, compete in triathlon, built up cardio endurance, ensure low saturated fat diet, etc., etc..  

In theory many or most of these should go hand in hand nicely.  For me, as I try to focus on more than one at a time, I loose track of them all.  What I want to figure out now is at the end of 2009, what do I want to have accomplished, what’s going to make me feel good about myself as I watch the 2010 Olympics and what’s going to set me up for my next set of goals, objectives and activities.  

That’s a whole lot of fancy objective talk and it’s coming from a girl who’s wanted to be curled up in a ball in bed this whole week. The family is coming of of +3 weeks of non-stop flu, cold, flu combos and landed 3/4 of us on antibiotics this week.  We’re a mess.  At least it’s given me time to think about what I want to tackle once I’m back on my feet.