I have never made a secret my feelings for running but in case you don't know they're not very positive. I have breasts, which makes it uncomfortable, and good sports bras are ridiculously expensive. I have no desire to spend my hard earned money on a contraption that is both uncomfortable and unflattering. I have three substandard sport boob supports, only one of which is good enough to even consider wearing while running. I also have questionable knees, am a year out from foot surgery, three weeks out from a stupid bike accident, have a history of back and hip issues (thank you, gymnastics!) and running is very hard on the body. Although I support my clients who run, especially people who run and finish marathons, I see the havoc that running can wreak on many of our joints and have never had any desire to put myself through that.
On the other hand I see how awesome runners bodies can be and what great shape their lungs are in. I want runners legs and butt. I want to be able to do things without being winded. I can ride my bike forever but I very rarely find myself huffing and puffing when I'm done. It's not that I don't push myself, it's just that after riding pretty consistently for the past eight year my body is used to that activity. It's not as challenging anymore (although since moving to San Francisco and commuting over an hour to work four days a week I've been riding my bike a lot less often so it's a little bit of work now...but only a little).
Well this morning I woke up at 6am, strapped on my not so great but never worn running shoes, grabbed Lola and went out for my very first run of this workout club. I'm using the term very loosely here as I felt sorta like this
On the other hand I see how awesome runners bodies can be and what great shape their lungs are in. I want runners legs and butt. I want to be able to do things without being winded. I can ride my bike forever but I very rarely find myself huffing and puffing when I'm done. It's not that I don't push myself, it's just that after riding pretty consistently for the past eight year my body is used to that activity. It's not as challenging anymore (although since moving to San Francisco and commuting over an hour to work four days a week I've been riding my bike a lot less often so it's a little bit of work now...but only a little).
Well this morning I woke up at 6am, strapped on my not so great but never worn running shoes, grabbed Lola and went out for my very first run of this workout club. I'm using the term very loosely here as I felt sorta like this
I only ran for about a mile. I walked three block additionally, the first, last and one in the middle. I did have the dog with me and this did serve as her morning walk so I had to give her a chance to go to the bathroom and myself a chance to warmup and cool down. She is both a good and bad running partner. I'm so slow that she wasn't going much faster than her regular speed and therefore wanted to sniff stuff, causing me to have to pull her or encourage her to keep going. This sometimes helped me keep going too. I will go out again without her.
After pilates last night and running this morning my butt is incredibly sore, which is perfect!
Meaghan, what are you doing today?
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