I have never been a runner, except in high school when I ran around the football field because the football team sometimes practiced there and I liked that! {big smile} It was great motivation. Now quite a few years later... I'm thinking about running again and it would be just for me and for no one else to watch. It's sparking my interest.
I never thought I would be pondering this, but I feel myself drawn to what runners are into. I'm not sure if my knees will cooperate. (I have chondtrotoin at the ready) I have begun using an Ease into 5k app which I have downloaded and they ask you to do 30 minutes of a progressive run/walk three times a week. Seems very doable. Yet running was the least favorite part of the triathlon I tackled when I was approaching forty.
Yet is has occurred to me that the profound message I have repeated to myself over and over was that I didn't think I could do it. I set myself up to never try. This is what I am beginning to understand.
Before I downloaded the app, when I walked on the treadmill, I would break into short running jags for a minute at a time. I evidently just wanted to move more. My body is calling me to move more somehow. I am going to try this and see where it takes me. I have not signed up for a 5k, I'm not ready to do that, I want to go with the flow. I have completed the first 2 days and all is well. I felt twinges in my feet and at first, I had panicky thoughts and the twinges went away. And then later hours after I was done, I thought, well I'm not in pain now, all is well.
A few years ago, I injured my foot walking, yes, just plain old walking and I felt defeated. Every day I feel a pull in my foot when I move a certain way. I think this is my forty four year old feet talking and I must get use to it.
So for now, I am telling myself I can, until that time if it comes that my body tells me I can't. I can, I can. And it feels good to be sore.
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