Monday, March 8, 2010
A Truth I Know to be True, But Ignore Anyway
So I went to the gym this morning to start the week off running. My goal was 3 miles. I haven't run 3 consecutive miles in months. Of course I did everything wrong before I went to the gym: I lingered at home, drinking coffee and eating peanut butter toast. Now I know this much about running and my body: it does not appreciate coffee and a full stomach before I run. I know this, and yet I do it anyway. I think to myself--"I'll be fine! It will be an hour before I run--plenty of time to digest!"
Duh. Wrong. I get to the gym, psyched up to run. I have my Super Wee Pod set to my new favorite running podcast and I step on the treadmill to warm up for a few minutes. So far, so good. I start to run and feel pretty good--if only this feeling would last past the first 30 seconds! As I approach the half mile mark, I realize my throat is parched and when I try to swallow, I just want to hack up a lung. I slow down to a walk, grab my water, and take a few quick sips. I've started to sweat and I can feel my face getting really warm, which means I will look like a lobster rather quickly.
I begin to run again, and start to take stock of different areas of my body. Legs feel good--they apparently don't forget how to run, and those body pump classes I've been taking must be helping. Yeah! Then I realize from the waist up, I have a problem. My gut is sloshing around and my breathing is sounding terrible--and this with headphones and music in my ears! Sure enough, the side cramp begins. I slow down again, and try stretching from side to side as I walk, knowing this won't help, but still making a futile attempt. Oh well. Live with the cramp. I've made it over a mile by now, and bumping up my speed so I'm actually running hard.
I make it to 1.8 miles before I call it a day. I actually get looks from people at the gym, because my face is bright red, my hair is dripping with sweat, and maybe they think I'll be dropping to the floor at any time. The other ladies on the treadmills keep walking, reading their magazines and looking gym-glam in their sweats and matching tops. I don't care. I'm there to sweat! Onward to tomorrow, and getting to that 3 mile mark on the treadmill--and no coffee until I return home from the gym. Have a great Monday!!