She spoke of her love of it.
She shared how much better she felt.
I was intrigued.
I wanted to know more.
I needed to know more.
So an email and twitter relationship was born.
Elaine sent me all the information I would need to begin running.
I started on Monday.
I think at best you could call what I am doing a slow jog coupled with a lot of walking.
But hey I am moving.
Which is important.
My first night I was walking in my neighborhood.
I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was time to begin my
So I did.
As I turned the corner I saw a dog walker.
He was walking at a normal pace.
I was running at an unusually slow pace.
I could hear myself
I did not want Mr. Dog Walker to know of my outofshapeness.
So, I did the only thing I could think of.
I held my breath as I ran past him.
Not. a. good. idea.
When I got a safe distance from him...I nearly collapsed.
Not from running, but from depriving myself of oxygen!
What self absorbed lunatic holds her breath while running for fear someone will hear her heavy breathing.
Let me just say that I will not try that again.
I could hear the sound of my heart racing.
I was certain the medics would be called in and the "paddles" would be necessary to recharge me.
I was envisioning our conversation.
It went something like this:
EMT: What were you doing before you collapsed?
EMT: You were running? You don't look like a runner.
Me: I am not. I was trying it out.
EMT: Were you running too fast?
Me: Nope. A slow jog.
EMT: How could you almost have a heart attack when you were barely moving?
Me: I was holding my breath.
EMT: You were what? Why?
Me: I didn't want Mr. Dogwalker to hear my gasps of pain and my panting as I crawled past him.
EMT: Didn't your mother ever tell not to worry about what others think?
Me: Um, yea...once or twice. I should have listened.
Thank goodness that little scene was all in my head.
I survived my first night of running and have since done it twice more.
The first night I thought I would never stop perspiring.
Who am I kidding?
It was full on sweat.
Last night I really think I was more in control of my breathing and I perspired less.
I was feeling pretty good about myself until I woke up this morning.
And I had to relearn how to walk.
Boy was I sore.
If there is one thing I am not... it is a quitter.
I am planning my next run this afternoon.
Care to join me?
I would love the company...just don't mind my heavy breathing.