....Everyday I'm Shufflin'.....
You know when you get a song stuck in your head and no matter what you do...it LINGERS. Yep. Everyday I'm shufflin' is a broken freaking record in my head and it won't stop. Why can't it be a good one? Why is it that the songs that get stuck on permanent repeat are the bubble-gum songs??
These are the very questions that keep me up at night.
Ok. So the reason for today's post......running.
My secret is I am running. Not from anything in particular; except maybe the fat on my ass. But I thought to myself - why not? The answer to this question was horrifically apparent on my first attempt.
I CANNOT RUN. Nor SHOULD I. *runner's high, my ASS!!*
And yet, I tried this running thing again the following day. O.U.C.H. What the fuck is wrong with you people? And yet, I tried again. And again. And Again. Getting the picture yet?
I walk my dog several miles every other day. Not sure if it is more for him or for me....or maybe both. But during my travels I see the beautiful people, gracefully run past me, glowing in the sweat of their run and looking relatively happy. The sleek form of someone running effortlessly past you makes you feel like a slug. A unhealthy slug. Yeah, I'm a sucker for peer pressure, WHAT?
So there I stood. Trusty husband beside me.....ready to tackle a run. Good start that lasted abooooouuuttttt.......um, two minutes.....*OXYGEN....I need OXYGEN* Fail. Walking, that's the ticket! Walking. Oh wait, I can breathe normally again. RUNNING......stop. Help. I can't breathe. WHAT THE FUCK? Oh yeah....walking.
Repeat and rinse.
Observations
1. I need to stop smoking. You would have thought this would have been obvious to me BEFORE running. Uh no.
2. I should probably be more realistic in my goals. Marathon runner I am NOT; but causal jogger....sure. Maybe. Possibly.
3. The proper equipment is actually useful, as this activity causes sweating, chaffing and lots of movement in a certain 'chest' area. Girls you know of what I speak. Right! Well, out to the sporting goods store I go.
4. When running on a trail - watch out for protrusions from roots and alike. It hurts when you land. Face first. IN the dirt.
5. Slow and steady might not win the race but it will allow you to LIVE to see the end of the race - and really isn't that all that matters?
So here I am friends. Alive and Semi-well. I may never be graceful or run a race but I believe the lesson here is - trying. I am trying to experience something new and maybe be decent at it. At the every least I would like to enjoy it....sans the gasping for air part.
See you on the trails my friends!
I'll be the one passing out in the side of the path...don't worry I'll catch up....
Eventually.....
