It's not that I don't trust Giraffy, I just thought she was lying.
A little white lie to keep me going, kind of like, "Let's go run, it'll be great". It's never really great. But by then, I have shown up, in a sports bra and everything, and I may as well try and lose those 2 Butterfinger bars that were truly great with tea last night.
I thought it was part of her ploy to get me to realize that there IS, in fact running after the occasional 5k. She suggested I train for a half marathon, after I turned green and died of jealousy at all the Tinkerbell Half fun had without me.
I ran 4 miles a few times, and then 5, and then 7, and then a magical thing happened. I realized that after the first 3 miles (so, a 5k), all of a sudden, it truly gets easier. It's counterintuitive, because my brain after 3 miles is ready for the shower, bed, cookies, whatever I've promised and delivered before. But, somewhere something else clicks, and it's like your body gives up. But in a good way - "OK, I guess, if you insist, we can do this together.." Breathing is easier, legs find a rythm, and all of a sudden you feel like you can do this, for a while, and you're going to be just fine. It's almost a teeny bit enjoyable. Not GREAT, mind you, but not bad. In contrast to the recent 5k's I've ran without training or practice, where I felt like I might pass out right after the finish line banana. Who knew you can keep going after all that?
As a built in bonus, once 3 miles is no longer your longest distance ever, it starts to look and feel really short. Hard to believe that around this time last year, I'd hop off the treadmill at 1 mile and congratulate myself on having gone that far.
I hope someone as lazy as me reads this and gets inspired - from couch to 5K to ..? Who knows. Couple years ago I couldn't jog a quarter mile. Giraffy and I started jalking - jog-walking couple years ago, ending our 'workouts' with a beer. She's now running crazy mileage each week, and training for a marathon, I'm training for a half. My total miles for March were 68! It crept up so slowly, and one day few weeks ago, we were jogging at a steady pace, and talking, and it occured to me, we were TALKING, and running, at the same time, for a while now. I guess that moment was a little bit great.
This Saturday we ran 9 miles - to a little nature preserve near by. Getting up at 5:30 am for me is super ugly. But we got there, and the sun was rising, the birds were chirping, the morning fog was drifting over the streams as we crossed them. It feels surreal to have a place like that in the middle of Orange County, block away from a shopping center, and commercial center. I really wished I had brought my Nikon, but I'm guessing constant shaking for 2 hours is not good for it. I was tired for a couple days afterwards and unreasonably hungry. Like, burned 900 calories, but wanted to eat the entire supermarket. But I felt great.
I still don't like running. The actual feet shuffling part of it, KILLS me the first 2-3 miles, every time. You'd think it would get better, but it's like your body forgets and hopes you did too, and acts all shocked that you're doing it all over again. But the larger picture - being in shape, getting places the way your body was meant to, being able to eat all of the desert aisle without much guilt or consequence, and the top of the world feeling at the end of each long run - those are a little bit great.
Did I mention 9 whole miles??! 9 of them! All made possible by the totally real second wind - that kicks in around mile 4 and for me, lasted until about mile 9. That last one mile I really wanted nothing to do with, except that it was getting me home. Average pace 11:40. (How do I know this?) Mr Snork got me a Garmin Forunner. Which, by the way is the other really cool thing about running - all the accessories. A GPS watch. The skirts. The headbands. The medals. Its really a never ending pool of positive reinforcement possibilities.