Thursday, April 29, 2010

NEGATIVE Splits

No, I did not "split" my pants, though that would be negative. No, I did not pull a muscle doing a "split"-though that would also be bad. No, of course, I was running.

This is one of the first things in running that's name is appropriate. They are definitely NEGATIVE, as in nothing fun about it! Today in running class we ran two laps around the track at a time, the goal was to make the second one faster than the first. Then, we got a break and did it again three times. I am completely convinced that this is the most sure fire way to ensure that you will puke post-workout. Had I done one more lap...I would have given in. It would have been messy!

The good thing about all this, I can do IT! I am continuously surprised by the limits of my body. Just when I thought I was pushing them to the max, I can do a little more. It is so exciting and so encouraging. I am a runner. I am not embarrassed to say and I no longer feel like a poser. I am a runner.


Now, a few other random things I've been meaning to catch up on.
The Midnight Fun Run, oh yes! Things I know and ignored: I am not a night owl. Midnight is entirely too late for me to do anything beyond cuddle with my pillow unless a lot of caffeine is involved. Napping late in the evening will give me just enough energy to be tired, but not be able to sleep the rest of the night.
Things I learned: despite being exhausted from a long day-I can still run! I am capable of conquering the crazy dialogue in my head that says I'm crazy and cannot do it. I CAN run a 5k at midnight and live long enough and strong enough to complete two really tough workouts and a whole day of work the following day.
Results: This was awesome--but I think I am still recovering.

On a girly-er shopping note--I got new running shoes in the mail today. I was super excited because they are flats, like I was looking for, and neon green tie-dye! Green tie-dye shoes couldn't be a more perfect compliment to my current neon pink tennis. The bummer? They don't fit. Sad day--back in the mail they go.