Running Update #2: Congrats, You Did Not Die

I’ll cut to the chase: I woke up around 7am, shoved my wobbly 34-year-old body into my now ill-fitting running apparel, then hit the pavement around 8:30am (my cat, Big Bertha, was asleep, yet still demanding of my attention, you understand).

Today’s stats: 1.51 miles // 14:53 time // 9:52 pace.

I know it’s a very, very modest improvement in distance from yesterday’s hilarious maiden voyage, but there’s a key difference: I wasn’t on the brink of spontaneous combustion. Felt okay, actually. Breathing and cadence¬†also improved, so I’ll take it. I still needed to stop at a mile and a half, but that’s actually for the best, which is to say, keep the mileage low for now and accumulate the miles at a consistent clip.

This past summer, I was training for what would’ve been my third marathon slated for fall, but wound up busting my right quadricep after doing too much, too soon. My impatience is my fatal flaw. That said, I’m humbled by my body and its need to just… ease in on leaning in.

cigarette stick on pile of coins

Oh! And! I haven’t smoked in two days. AND! I didn’t buy cigarettes yesterday or today, even though I was at the market and very well could have and very much wanted to. My lungs are probably like, “bitch, wtf? Make up your goddamn mind!”

Run Update #1: Low and Slow

Well, that was certainly… something.

i’m fine, darling

I suppose when you’ve been binge drinking, chain smoking, and overeating without balancing the scales via regular exercise, the probability of a painful re-emergence into the fitness world is going to be amusingly high…

And it was!

The stats: 1.13 miles // 11:12.2 time // 9:55 pace.  Oooffff.

.75 miles into the run, I glanced at my watch and literally said, “Oh my god.” Everything was very tight – my shoulders, chest, rusty legs, running clothes. The preferred finish distance was supposed to be a desirable 2 miles, but I just couldn’t. I literally could not.

I smoked my last few cigs yesterday and contemplated buying a new pack today, but I’m having second thoughts.

It’s 1:15 on a Saturday, and normally I’d be day drunk by now. Instead, I’m watching Ghost World and cooking curry. Bye.