Running has always been punishment: running lines, speed drills, conditioning practices, etc. It was certainly never a reward for a good game. I think the last time I ran for pleasure was when I was in grade eight.
So, in a momentary lapse of reason this afternoon I signed up for my first run today: the Colo(u)r Me Rad 5k in August. It looks fun, and getting splattered in rainbows is my idea of a good time. To get ready for this event I’m going to give the C25K program another shot. I think the learn to run program I did with the Running Room went too fast for me, and I couldn’t go back and repeat a week if I needed to. I have to ease my joints into it so I don’t get discouraged. I’m tired of explaining that “I’m not a runner” when I can be a runner. It just may take me longer to get there. I don’t think I’ll ever be a marathoner, but I don’t think Paul thought that he would when he first did the C25K!
Paul and I also started Pilates. We’re taking an eight week course: 4 weeks of mat work and 4 weeks of reformer. The first class was this past Thursday. I like it so far, but it’s tough. We both have hip and knee problems, and building core strength will help on the motorcycles too. For a tall chick with messed up joints and fibromyalgia, I’m actually surprisingly flexible. How much of that is due to the hyperflexion in some of my joints I’m not sure. However some of my joints don’t have enough range of motion so it all evens out…right?
But dude – I’m going to be a runner! Oh god, why am I excited about this?