Distance Ran: Half a mile.
Thoughts While Running: Obscenities. Chest going to explode. I am pathetic. That car that just drove by knows that I am pathetic. So does the old lady walking her schnauzer.
Conclusion: I will try again tomorrow.
In other news, my shoes are new and awesome. My workout clothes were mismatched and a bit of a spectacle, but my shoes were bangin’.
I needed new shoes. Also, I figured that skimping on the only real piece of equipment I need would be unwise. So I went, at the advice of many friends and family members, to a specialty shop and got fitted and evaluated.
Holy awkward. Ever had a man in short-shorts crouch down and watch you as you jogged around his storefront? I have. Not even in high school track/cross country did anyone ever pay that close attention to my stride. I did this in my teacher-khakis and a bejeweled tank top. He didn’t seem to mind.
He said, “You over-pronate.” I said, “Huh?” He put shoes on my feet that felt really, really good. And I bought them. (Ok, we tried on a couple pairs and I got a mini-lesson on foot stability to boot.)
Bottom line: In all aspects, starting up running is proving an exercise in humility. Again, no pun intended.