Run Forest Run

 

 So I was now running towards month seven. Truth be told I was never big on running unless the police were behind me. When I had a boxing trainer in my late teens he of course made me do road work and I hated it. In my late twenties I tried to do some running but it just didn’t take. In my early thirties I tried some running again and I could run a few miles but I just didn’t enjoy it at all.

 One day I decided I wanted to try running again and see where I was at. It had been nearly two years since I quit smoking and I just wanted to see if I had it in me. I went to a track actually that was 400 meters. I had 5 km in mind, but like my first day of training reality slapped the crap out of me on that track. On my first attempt I barely made it around the track once. I nearly blew my lunch out. I was like really? I shook it off and gave it another shot. I did 800 meters on the second go around. I struggled big time. My legs were begging me stop and my back was screaming in pain.

 I left that running tracking feeling the agony of defeat. I was really disappointed as I thought I could do much better than I had. I wasn’t discouraged though. I just figured I would wait a few days and try it again. 

 The next time out running I chose to rather do it on the road. It made a big difference to me I don’t know maybe because there was more to look at besides a track in front me. My first time out on the road I managed to run about 1200 meters before I started to cramp up. At first I thought I would just try to run through the cramps but they got pretty intense so I went into a walk. I was ok with the little progress I made from the track.

 A few days later I was able to run 2.5 km. It still wasn’t what I was hoping for, but it was a lot better than that first day at the track. When I considered just how long it had been since I had even tried to run, I had to pat myself on the back. I ran that 2.5 km after working out so yea I was proud of myself. I thought I would do the 2.5 km one more time before going for a full 5 K. 

 I wasn’t thinking about running in any marathons or anything like that. I wasn’t looking to become a jogger I was just mixing things up a bit and in the process set a little goal for myself. I would be happy if I was to be able to run 5 K. After reaching 5 K who knows. I would cross that bridge when I reached it, preferably running. Thank you for reading.