So, most of you know that I’m a runner. Well, WAS. I’ve run countless races including four half-marathons, two 10-milers, a number of 10Ks, probably thirty 5Ks and a one-miler here and there. I didn’t just set out one day and run thirteen miles. No, a feat like that requires practice. YEARS of practice runs. Runs at 6:00 a.m. in the summer while the sun rises and the humidity takes over. Runs at 4:00 p.m. in the winter to get the last slice of daytime. Runs Monday through Sunday. Runs before dinner, after dinner, and almost always before breakfast. Treadmill runs, trail runs, speedwork, cross-training, nutrition consideration and gallons upon gallons of H2O. Well, as you may or may not know, last January I was informed my fitness plans and goals would have to be couched. Literally. And then June came and we all know what happened then. I couldn’t even leave my bedside. Okay, well that’s what the doctors said. I can’t say I always obliged. Then Lincoln log made his cute, little appearance and since I didn’t even know what day or time it was in the beginning of newborn chaos, the days and weeks flew by with not a workout in sight. After an entire year of not running, or doing anything active really, I was finally cleared for exercise a couple months ago, and for Christmas, Matt and I got each other a treadmill. It’s really the only way I’d be able to train with Matt’s crazy work schedule and the fact that I can’t even imagine leaving my little love with anyone, especially not for me to go on a RUN. It seems selfish. I’ve run a few times on the treadmill, but I can almost always find something more productive to do. And I’ll spare you the list of things I prioritize above lacing up my tennis. Dr. Phil episodes may or may not be on that list. 🙂 Anywho, I registered for a 5-miler in March in Virginia Beach. I’m kind of excited about it, but anxious about my level of fitness (or lack thereof).. I downloaded a “couch to 8k” plan at the end of December and, generously, they gave me New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day off. How thoughtful. So, today was my first day of training. The plan called for “20 MINUTES”..Let me say this again, TWENTY MINUTES. Seriously?! Nothing like jumping in headfirst! (or is it feet first?) Anyway, it went a little something like this after a 3-minute warm-up:
3 minutes in: My legs felt like jelly.
4 minutes in: I saw spots, literally.
5 minutes in: I turned a corner..probably because I started walking for 60 seconds.
7 minutes in: My legs felt like steel drums.
10 minutes in: My chest was on fire.
12 minutes in: I felt great! probably because I started walking again for 60 seconds..
15 minutes in: I was drenched in sweat, heaving, burping up lunch (sorry) and I could feel my heartbeat in my legs. That’s never happened before.
17 minutes in: I tasted blood.
19 minutes in: I almost fell off the treadmill.
20 minutes in: My head exploded. Thank God it’s over.
You may be wondering where the detached rib comes into play. Well, apparently the lowest rib on my right side detached in labor. That’s what my husband says. He asked me if I remember feeling excruciating pain to indicate the rib detaching.. I asked him if he was nuts. I was giving birth medication-free. All I felt was excruciating pain! He digressed.. I’m going to go ahead and blame my ridiculous excuse for a run on this one protruding rib. (It actually has been giving me pain in my RLQ. How’s that for medical terminology?) It definitely probably doesn’t have anything to do with the pain I felt in my legs and brain, but it sounds good! Oh, and Lincoln slept great last night! He calls me a liar every time! In this case, I didn’t mind. G’day friends!