I've been back on the running pony for some weeks now, slowly building mileage and making sure I don't fall off. As I keep saying, I'm not a runner, but I want to be! It's just that sometimes I'm... shall we say... less than enthusiastic about doing the work involved in becoming a runner. It would be kind of awesome if I could wake up tomorrow and be like "Hey sweetie, I'm going to join you on your thirteen mile run, and YOU'RE GOING DOWN." But no... tomorrow's going to be a mile-and-a-half slog at a searing 10:15 pace. The best consolation is the bacon waiting patiently in the fridge.
Anyway, where was I? Oh right, perspective. Jason left the house at 5:30 this morning to whip out his 11 miles before work. (Yeah. He runs more in a day than I run in a whole week. He's amazing and I love him.) I'd asked him to poke me before he left so I could get up and do my run before breakfast. So he did (well, he didn't literally poke me, because that would be rude and unboyfriendlike), and I got up after silently whining for fifteen minutes or so.
Ate a banana, drank some water, got into my running clothes (as much as running annoys me sometimes, I love the clothes), and sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. And sat on the couch. I just kept thinking, "Gotta run two miles... don't wanna. One mile away, then one mile back. Gotta, but don't wanna. Don't wanna. MAAAAAAHHHHHH"
And then I thought about the lady who lives in our subdivision. If I had to guess, I'd say she's in her mid to late 40's, and is a very dedicated runner. She's not very fast (like I'm one to talk about fast), but she's out there like clockwork, at sunrise, almost every day. And the interesting thing is that it seems like the bulk of her running is on the long oval drive at the back of our subdivision. And I thought... I don't want to run a mile away and a mile back... but I could do laps! Yes! Laps are doable today!
Whatever gets you out the door, amirite? Anyway, I'd wasted so much time whinging on the couch that it was 6:48 by the time I got out the door. That's a lot later than I like. According to my Garmin, the oval is around four tenths of a mile, so five laps would give me my two miles. I actually ran into Jason on his way home, and his smile is always a boost. So that was nice. He was in the shower by the time I got home, but I still got some breakfast cooked before he came downstairs. (I like to be helpful in the mornings. Having his breakfast ready is the least I can do.) And now I've earned the right to be a slug the rest of the day. Yay!
So there you have it. Perspective. Two miles seemed like a lot this morning. But since I was able to break it up into manageable chunks, it didn't seem like such a wall. I don't even care that it was a boring run and I didn't get to see any turtles. Boring is a minor issue when you don't want to do it anyway.
I bet I don't do laps tomorrow, though.