I’m Running! Sort of…
I turned 40 in May this year. I can’t say I’m very happy about being 40. I mean, I’m happy I’m alive and all, but FORTY??!? For real? It just seems old! (No offense, Mom and Dad) My girls like to make fun of me being 40 because FORTY rhymes with FARTY. humph.
Before I turned forty–in fact, just after I turned 39–I wanted to get in shape and be able to say on my 40th birthday, “I’m forty and fabulous!”
Needless to say, it.did.not.happen. I kept putting off the eating right and the exercising. I’m not a huge fan of all that. I figured I had loads of time. Twelve whole months! Twelve months to get all fabulous. In reality, those months turned into twelve months of procrastination.
So now I’m 40 and…frumpy, grumpy, and flabby fleshy. Blah.
Since turning *this age*, I thought that I would like to make a list of things I’d like to do now that I’m *that age*. One of the things was to run a 5K. I used to run a lot as a kid and I played soccer in high school, so I was thinking that I could totally do this, and soon.
“Soon” has turned into sometime-before-I-turn-50. I got out there and “ran” for about a minute. I do not remember there being a breathing factor in running. I only remember running and being able to run fast and it was no big deal. Holy.Freak. The breathing…it’s important! I like it! Air is delicious. And during that first minute of running, I forgot how to breathe. In and out, right?
Well, when your body is exercising and your heart begins beating faster, your lungs want more air. Like, often.
After that first run, I have learned to slow down, take walking breaks during the run, that I can’t expect to be running miles after decades of being a sloth, and to breathe correctly while I’m on the track. Oh, and that I sweatttt. A lotttt. I have also learned that I can’t expect to run a 5K right now. I have to take it in small chunks. Currently, I am now working on running a mile without stopping! I’m getting closer!