Physical StrengthPosted: July 21, 2008
I did it. I dragged my sorry butt out of bed at 6:30 a.m. to go running with Sarah yesterday. Yes, you heard me: to run.
In case this doesn’t sound like a great accomplishment to you let me tell you about the last time I ran further then down the driveway to stop the FedEx guy… Um, there isn’t a time.
In high school, for P.E., I was supposed to run with my dad. Nah. I would just walk and pace him while he ran 13 minute miles. That’s what long legs are there for, right?
I’ve always envied runners. Well, most of them anyway. I usually attribute running with being in fabulous shape and able to take on the world. Living in a college town though, I’ve noticed more and more people don’t quite fit that stereotype. For example, the group of girls who started from the same place as us yesterday are training for a marathon and were running 13 miles yesterday. They were fast! They has great legs! They had endurance! They had beer bellies. Yep. Beer bellies. That is not my personal ideal for physical perfection. Call me crazy.
Either way, we’re running. We will one day be able to run further than to the corner. We will run and not grow weary. We will walk and not grow faint. We will run a 5K. Then we will run at least a half marathon before turning forty and then we will rest at a spa (if Erik and Jonathan see this that last part is a joke, sweeties. If you’re a fellow woman, you know the truth!)
My body burns. Yet I persevere. Who’s with me?!?
Confession: While writing this, I was stuffing my face with mini chocolate chips. sigh.