Kate started an after school running program. The program ends in May with a 5k. Kate needs a buddy runner, though. Doesn’t it sound fun to be a buddy runner? This is how they suck you in.
Well, so I started running. I haven’t run since, oh, before I was pregnant with Kate. Back then it didn’t take long to work up to running 5 miles at a stretch relatively easily.
That was then.
In all fairness to myself, I am old. What was I thinking? I think I thought maybe I’d have more energy if I started running. I don’t think it’s working.
So anyway, the running (and I use that term lightly) led to the wondering how many calories I might be burning. Which led to the wondering of how many calories I am consuming. Which led to the counting of calories (I am on a “program”). Which led to the buying of the scale and the near constant hunger and the daydreams of chocolate eggs and cookies. Sometimes I just take the bag of chocolate eggs out of it’s hiding place and smell it. Then I cry a little and put it back.
The running also led to the discovery that The Man burns WAY more calories by exercise than I do. I find this to be very infuriating. He sat there sucking down a beer yesterday right next to me. The nerve of him. I made a face at him when he wasn’t looking.
Also, I realize that I am pretty close to my goal weight, but I am not looking ANYTHING like I did before the children starting coming out of me. I am completely unrecognizable.
Back to the running. The first run was unpleasant.
The second run was more unpleasant.
I skipped the third scheduled run because it was chilly and rainy and that seemed like a good excuse.
Pretty much the same thing happened the second week, and then I began to try to figure out how I could get out of this 5k thing. And then I felt guilty.
The third week I realized that every single route in this neighborhood is uphill and the wind, no matter where I go, is a headwind which makes me feel like I am going to die.
The fourth week has been better. I can tell. I actually ran a little extra just for kicks.
So to recap:
run some more
feel like I may die
You should try it. Misery loves company.