I'm sorry, I just don't get it when people say they love to run. I love the alone time, the music and I love how I feel afterwards but there is nothing about the actual act of running I find enjoyable. So I guess I answered my own question - it's a package deal. I've never been a runner. In fact, I hardly ever run if it doesn't
involve chasing a ball of some sort. I have friends that are marathoners and they'll probably laugh at this post. Awhile back I made the goal I would not even think about getting pregnant until I had run a 5k. And I mean run - I wasn't about to pay $20 to wimp out and walk for a few minutes. So, David being the trooper that he is, said he'd sign up with me and stay by my side the whole time. After all, what's another $20 registration fee for some serious moral support?
Gotta love him. He let me stay a step ahead so I could set the pace the entire time. That is, until he saw the finish line when it was a third of a mile away. From then on I'm not sure what happened. All I heard was "Come on Sam!" as he took off like a bat right out of hell. I guess he could only
suppress his competitiveness for so long. I kid you not, in that last 90 seconds he must have passed over 30 people. They probably all hated him just like I did at the moment. So much for moral support.
I made it. I was totally gassed by the end but I was not last, not even close. I'd say I finished right smack in the middle of the thousand or so people that were there. So my feelings of
insecurity at the start, mostly about showing up in my yoga (which I don't do either) ensemble, were all for not. It was a serious boost of confidence when we passed up people decked out in running
attire, spandex and all. Oh, and please ignore the hands... apparently I'm implementing something I
vaguely remember hearing when I was a teenager about keeping your hands loose while you run instead of
fisting them to save energy. Bogus, right? Mostly I just
look like I've got some almost dead fish flopping on the end of my arms.
Over all, it was really fun. We'll probably do at least one more before we leave TX. I get it now - why people do these things. There is a lot to be said for having something to train for, the peer pressure of running in a pack and the adrenaline of it all. Plus, scarfing bananas, muffins, frozen juice bars etc. that they had the finish line was pretty awesome. And next time I have big plans to leave David in the dust. Sucker.
Gotta love him. He let me stay a step ahead so I could set the pace the entire time. That is, until he saw the finish line when it was a third of a mile away. From then on I'm not sure what happened. All I heard was "Come on Sam!" as he took off like a bat right out of hell. I guess he could only suppress his competitiveness for so long. I kid you not, in that last 90 seconds he must have passed over 30 people. They probably all hated him just like I did at the moment. So much for moral support.
I made it. I was totally gassed by the end but I was not last, not even close. I'd say I finished right smack in the middle of the thousand or so people that were there. So my feelings of insecurity at the start, mostly about showing up in my yoga (which I don't do either) ensemble, were all for not. It was a serious boost of confidence when we passed up people decked out in running attire, spandex and all. Oh, and please ignore the hands... apparently I'm implementing something I vaguely remember hearing when I was a teenager about keeping your hands loose while you run instead of fisting them to save energy. Bogus, right? Mostly I just look like I've got some almost dead fish flopping on the end of my arms.
Over all, it was really fun. We'll probably do at least one more before we leave TX. I get it now - why people do these things. There is a lot to be said for having something to train for, the peer pressure of running in a pack and the adrenaline of it all. Plus, scarfing bananas, muffins, frozen juice bars etc. that they had the finish line was pretty awesome. And next time I have big plans to leave David in the dust. Sucker.
14 comments:
Is this your way of announcing you are pregnant again? :)
Good job! I'm impressed. I don't think I ever responded to your question about about my brother who lives in MO. He actually lives in Kansas City. So, I don't know if you'll be close or not, but they are the coolest couple in the entire world...and I think you guys should become friends. He works for LDS adoption agency. His name is Sam Scott and his wife is Lacey (He's on facebook, and she isn't but their blog can be found in my friends section called Sam & Lacey). Again, good job and can't wait for you to announce baby #4 now;)
Before anymore of you think about commenting about pregnancy. No, not pregnant and not trying. Thought I'd put that out there.
So fun! I can't wait to run again!
this post TOTALLY made me smile!!!I love it- KUDOS to you both- awesome you had moral support!! and yeah running sucks but the adrenaline of it in a pack- yeah I get it:)
look at your skinny butt, THAT is why you run!
Great job! I'm not a runner either...but I'm not kidding...if you can run a 5k, then you can run a half marathon. I promise! You should totally go for it. Of course I never plan on running more than 13 miles because that is just insane.
I seem to remember watching someone running up and down the street for at least 30 min at a time every morning, while I sat with a bum ankle. You were so determined not to go home with any added mission weight, and from what I remember it paid off pretty well. Your post just reminded me of that and it made me smile.
Yay Sammy that is awesome. I think you are right about the package deal and running, but I do have to say I LOVE running during the actual running, but only after the first 5 or 10 minutes. Great job, you look great.
ah sammy! you are awesome! congrats. call me next time, i'll run right along side you.
Holy Cow!! Good for you. One day I'll join the fit club!
I'm impressed Sammy! Good job!
way to go! Funny, when I was in Middle school my track coach saw that my left hand was always limp when I ran, told me to do the opposite, and make a fist. Personally, I think I just looked funny and he wanted me to run like the rest of the kids. But I did run faster than most of the girls in my class even with the limp hand, so ... who knows!! (: way to go!
Go runners go! Though sad David left you behind at the end :).
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