Spinal cord surgery and all, I had my first training session on pavement for the 5K I hope to do someday.
A friend—enlisted pretty much against his will to be my partner in crime—summarized the situation in this way after I
ran shuffled about ten steps while he looked on: “Ummm….” (Note: It was uttered with a facial expression that usually accompanies severe constipation.)
I straggled and stumbled along a bit further, just to prove I could. The movement required an unusual amount of effort to throw each leg forward and then haul it back; heavy blocks of wood attached at the knees. Sweat beaded on my brow. My arms were concrete; thighs slippery chicken.
I stopped to take a well-earned rest against an iron fence post.
At this point nearly two whole minutes had lapsed.
I looked at my friend, who rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather, you know, take up knitting?”
I told him exactly where I’d like to shove a couple of knitting needles…if I actually had any. And then I walked around the rest of the block, head high (well, for half of the way…until holding my head high got too tiring).
Depending on how I feel tomorrow, this may either be the first day of my training…or the first and last. Either way, it’s still a new experience. Day 35, check.
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.