Couple months back,
I talked about my desire to start running. No, no. "Desire" is too strong a word. I felt like my buns needed to be runned. There. Better.
Well, I have a few things to say about running. Or, "running" with huge air quotes as I like to refer to it in my case.
the hubs "ran" with me at first to support my decision to get my resting heart rate down from 1,000 bpm to something more respectable.
And then he finally admitted that it was more painful to slow down to my pace then it was to run at his pace.
I don't always quit, but when I do, it's an exercise routine. So imagine my surprise when I have kept going, every morning or night, 6 days a week. Mostly. Usually. I try for 6 days.
Now don't get excited for me! My "running" routine is pathetic. But I swears I'm trying and working on upping the minutes I'm out there.
I'm trying to figure out my motivation for this.?. I think it's a combination of knowing how bad I hate this, so it's like the ultimate challenge for me, and I just want to be able to run around the block without collapsing, plus, in the event of a zombie apocalypse, I want to be prepared.
I don't want the first to be eaten, hello! And I'm just certain I'd be absolutely delicious. I mean, how could I not be with all those years of Reese's eating? I'm the other white meat!
Incidentally, when I went to the grocery store at 10 at night the other night, as I walked out of the store, and like 5 people were aimlessly walking towards me,
I had a split-second fear of a real-life "The Walking Dead". And that's one of the reasons I can't watch that show anymore. That, and whenever I do, I have dreams all night of blowing zombie's heads off. And let's not talk about the other night's dream where even shooting them in the head didn't finish them off, and I was seriously pistol whipping zombie's with the butt of my drill.
Is this a post about exercise or zombies?? And must they be mutually exclusive?
I'm pretty sure I run weird. I think this is direct karma for all the times I drove past this one girl who runs in the hood, and thought,
"Dude, she runs weird."
Every time I run and try to analyze my posture and form, it makes me more tired and I decide to screw it so I can just keep going. So I will run like a dufus for basically ever.
Also, if you drive by and laugh at me, just know that I will pay you back with a punch to the face later when you least expect it.
can I tase an ankle biter dog that chases me around the block? Oh, I kidd! I love dogs! They're delicious! No, really, I wouldn't tase a dog, but what do you do when a dog chases you?
I need perspective, here. I still, after two months, can barely make 20 minutes straight of "running". Now, for me, this is a huge accomplishment, considering I couldn't run 2 minutes before. And, no one has asked me if I need oxygen, yet, so there's that.
--What is a respectable running length of time? Like, if I could run for 30 minutes straight, is that pretty good? Will that mean "I've arrived"? What kinds of goals does one give concerning running?
--How long does it take an average woman to run a 5k? How far is a 5k? (I don't want to run a 5k-- I can't even run the big loop around the neighborhood yet. Just curious.)
You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking if I can run half the time my sister runs on a daily basis, then I've arrived. This might take me another year to work up to. I'll let you know.