Well, I've done it. I registered for the half-marathon in Little Rock. It's happening March 15, 2009 and I'll be there.
The exercise started last night - with my credit card. After I registered for the marathon, I went to the mall to get proper running shoes (not sure I've accomplished that task sufficiently but we're going to try what we have for now). The shoes cost more than the marathon.
I left there and went and bought an MP3 player (my first) so I could download tunes while running. Turns out you have to pay for tunes so my credit card got even more exercise (and because of some computer glitch that I stayed up ALL NIGHT trying to fix, I can't even download songs - don't get me started).
I finally gave up and went to bed about 5:30 this morning, got a few hours of sleep and decided to start training (more like get the running for the day over with but whatever). I got dressed, and was going to take Max with me. Brewsky didn't care for that and darted out the door and ran down the street (he started out too fast and burned out quickly - which was a good thing, all things said and done). I got him in and then Max and I hit the ground running - well, not immediately but still. . . you get the idea.
By my third round of running and then walking, I could feel it in my legs and was wishing I lived closer to where I was at the moment (I think Max was too, truth told) but we kept on. (Kind of because we had to but that's beside the point.)
We finally made it home and I had an epiphany - I understand what they mean when they say there is a runner's high. It's not so much a feeling a runner has so much as a state of being - anyone who enjoys running has GOT to be high! It probably started with a Jeff Spicoli kind of person (Sean Penn's character from Fast Times at Ridgemont High) saying something like "Duuuudddde, that runner's high." Someone heard "Duuuuudddde, that's runner's high." and the rest, as they say, is history. That has to be it.
Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go settle into a running induced coma now . . .
4 comments:
yeah. I felt great right after the run. But here I am, 4 hours later thinking, WTH is wrong with me? Why would anyone do that on purpose!?
I'm so sore! already!
Good luck, Lucy!
You can do it... and I hear it gets easier...;)
Says the no, not running in this life, thank you muchly person.
Cheering you on from the sidelines.
Yeah, I'm No, Not Running in this Life's sister, Not in a Trillion Years.
Way to go, L!
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