ground zero

My First Run was a BUST

I told my boyfriend that I was going to run a marathon and he giggled. I told him again and he looked at me for a minute before deciding what to say next (smart man)... It was 6 pm and I told him I was going for a run and I was going to run a motherf**king marathon- not tonight, not tomorrow, but soon. So, after a 3-4 minute talk (that's a long winded conversation with my introverted boyfriend.... he told me that I better not come home until 7 pm from this run if a marathon is what I have in mind.
Support. and Motivation.
I needed that.
I felt stupid even telling him I wanted to do this.
So, when he decided to tell me I could do it instead of tell me I was crazy...

I should have said thanks for that.

So, I laced up my shoes and turned on my pandora and left. I felt stupid. ABSOLUTELY STUPID. Running around looking like a three legged flamingo. I passed so many people. I watched my feet. I knew they were looking at me and thinking about how ridiculous I looked. I was red, huffing and puffing, dragging my feet, fighting a side stitch, and I was wondering why I even thought this was a good idea.

But, I made it 2.57 miles. My pace was slow. I had to pee. I wanted a drink. I realized that I live on the top of a hill. So no matter what the hell I did, I had to climb a hill to get back to my house and sit my butt down. UGH. I have never disliked my little one bedroom apartment as much as I did yesterday at the moment I realized there was no way out of finishing my already humiliating trip with a hill.

I made it home. I peed. I grabbed a drink. And my family was happy to see I tried. No one laughed when I told them I didn't even reach 3 miles. They told me I did well and that today I would do even better.


And I will.

It would have been so much harder. I might not have even left my apartment last night to try at all... if it hadn't have been for the encouragement and support of my family. My sons both told me that they liked my shoes and my bright shoelaces. My boyfriend didn't laugh at me. They think I can do it. And that is why I can.
I'm just trying to go for a run. Can you imagine how hard it would be for someone to set down a drug if they didn't have that support? Something to consider..................

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