you'll be happy to know i'm not dead yet, and don't hate running as much as i did when this whole "experiment" begun. much like how matt's experimentation with "beard science" over the christmas holidays went, "running science" is going mildy to moderately well.
monday, 5 p.m.
nama hasn't run since last thursday when she nearly died and gave up completely on running, but is deciding to stick with it. matt and nama are off to a good start.
nama (after the first jaunt that lasted about .5 miles): let's stop.
matt: how are you holding up?
nama: i probably could have kept going! i just don't want to get to cocky and lose steam fast/hurt myself. success!
monday, approximately 5:50
run completed, life is mostly good.
matt: how are you feeling?
nama: pretty good!
matt: on a scale from 1 to 10, how much are you hating you life?
nama: meh, 3, maybe 4. this felt mostly good!
nama's exhilarated, and actually feels like she's improving. what a change from last week. after 2 days off, having done a good session of yoga in between, we try again for success.
thursday, 4:50 p.m.
nama didn't get too much sleep the night before and is already feeling quite exhausted as she starts her run.
matt: let's try to make it to greenbrier.
nama: that's nearly 1 mile from where we started...i'm not sure i can doubly improve from 2 days ago.
nama makes it about as far as she did on monday. that isn't too bad, right?
thursday, about 1.5 miles (half way) down our running path.
i.m.n.: the wall! it hurts! i want to stop! but either way, it's 1.5 miles to where we started...oooohhh!
thursday, 5:40 p.m.
nama hates running.
this has been a week of little successes and some pretty crappy times, but i'm still hopeful this will begin to get easier soon if i keep this up. thankfully, matt's a wonderful "coach" who "pushes" me where i need it. and he doesn't mind doing what he refers to as "sissy runs" with me at least 3 times a week. he's convinced me that running early on saturday mornings is a good thing, so we're trying that out tomorrow. we'll see how fun/traumatic it is for me and my body. baby steps, baby steps...