There are moments and events in my life that I look back on and think, “What in the world was I thinking?” We all have them, sometimes I think I have them more than most. I mean, I found my keys in the fridge the other week…what in the world was I thinking to stick them in there??
Most of my life I’ve been able to laugh at those “What in the…” moments I have. My keys were a little chilly, but they still drove me to work in one piece. Everyone once in awhile, though, I have one of those “What in the…” moments that I can’t laugh off. I can’t laugh off because they’re so ridiculous, and un-Elisabeth. They’re awful ideas.
I had one of these ideas 3 weeks ago, and I’m still regretting my decision to pursue this. In an effort to get back into shape, I suggested to my old college roommate that we sign up to run a 5K. I figured she’d say no, that I’m crazy, and we’d go back to discussing hockey. Except, my old roommate didn’t say no. She said yes. And just like that, I was training for a 5K.
Here’s the thing about me and running: we hate each other. Honestly, I can’t think of any worse way to spend a day than running around a park somewhere. I’m not good at running, I run at one pace, which is super slow, and I always seem to some how trip/injure myself when I least can afford to take a spill. Honestly, I’m the world’s worst runner.
And yet here I am, 3 weeks into training for my first 5K. Oy. It’s been slow going, but that’s ok. I’m up to a steady half mile run, and then a lot of walking. Maybe that doesn’t sound like a lot to you, but remind yourself that every step I take I take with absolute dread. I am forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other by pretending I’m in the Hunger Games and I’m being hunted. I even downloaded the soundtrack so I can run to the bone-chilling music while I fight for my right to live as a Victor. I will defeat everyone!!!
Ok, maybe that’s a little extreme, but that’s how I feel. No lie. I have to blare Pump Up Music into my ears every time I run or else I just give up. Eye of the Tiger, I got you! We’re rocking up the hill together.
So what’s the end goal of all this? Well, we are going to run the Pittsburgh Color Run. I decided early on into this suicide mission (like 30 seconds in) that if we were going to run a 5K, it was going to be a fun 5K, And what’s more fun than running 3.2 miles while being sprayed with all sorts of rainbow colors so that you have to throw everything you’re wearing out? Don’t answer that, your replies may force me to quit this entire “running” thing I have going right now. Just nod and say, “Of course Elisabeth, running a color run is a great idea!”
Help me keep this up, by the way. Offer to run with me if you’re around, or just remind me why it’s good that I want to run. Or give me cookies, same thing. 🙂 I won’t tell anyone if you slip me some cookies.
Done with my run today, making good time. Now it’s time to curl up on the couch and watch some mindless television before it’s time for bed. At least I don’t feel like a lazy couch potato…much. 🙂
Happy Hump Day!