I have a list for my life, it's long; some items are easy enough: bake something new every week; some, not so much: compete in a fitness competition (done and done!) and my most recent point to attack: Run a half marathon. The date is set, May 1, 2011 is the Vancouver BMO 1/2 marathon and I am going to be paying my registration fee before the 14th of December. To say that I'm scared is an understatement, I'm petrified beyond belief; I think about it and I throw up a little in my mouth. To prepare myself for this tortourous quest I have signed up for a running group at my place of employment. A fellow coworker has started up a training program for anyone that wanted to join and we go out every week, Tuesdays and Thursdays after work.
OH MY GOD, can I just say...WTF was I thinking? The most I have ever ran before is 5k, and that was on the track, and that was in the summer when I was slightly lighter and more well rested. Yesterday was the first day out for the group that consists of all different running levels, now, I knew I was bad at this sport, but just how bad...I found that out last night. I felt like crying as soon as we hit a slight incline, as my boyfriend says "we're built for comfort, not speed." I'm not overweight or anything, far from it, but my cardio level is the complete shits (can I swear here...?) When I was training for my fitness show last year, most of the focus was on weight training, bigger biceps, fantastic abs, a nice cut back, I did cardio everyday, but fast walking...or the stepper (my nemesis), never anything as intense as running for more than 4 minutes. we ran about 10 minutes to a nearby elementry school that has a track, and then we were told "run the track for 40 minutes and see how many laps you can do." Picture the scene, it's Vancouver, in December, and it's cold and raining. We're on this track, running in circles, around, and around and around and arou- you get the point. 40 minutes later, after being lapped by the most shapely of butts and legs you've ever seen, I'm ready to cry and throw in the towel, I write down my 12 laps in 40 minutes count and shrug. Oh well.
I've decided to stick with it, I promised myself I would, everyone says I can do it, so here goes nothing, my new quest to run a 1/2 marathon in May, and to achieve an ass that won't quit, it can only get easier from here...right?
