If Running Doesn't Kill Me...

I started my running program today. And by running program I mean I just started running in the morning. There’s no program. I basically just go until I want to stop and then walk for a bit.

It’s pretty well thought out.

I’ve never been able to get up early – I’m just not a morning person. Thing is, I’m also not a night exerciser, either. I just don’t want to do physical activity that isn’t going to get me immediate results, such as walking to the bar to drink myself into believing that I’m freakin’ gorgeous.

Seeing as how I collapse on my bed every evening after work after talking myself out of working out all day, I figured that a morning run would be the lesser of two evils. I set my alarm for 610 and jumped out of bed, ready to face the world.

Actually, I really had to use the bathroom. I just didn’t let myself flop back into my bed as per usual.

I even bought a new workout bra from Lululemon. That’s how serious I am about this. And I lost my other one.

The air was stagnant outside, and it was already hot. I have the lung capacity of a 2 year old (self-diagnosed), so I wasn’t anticipating an Olympic worthy run. I was, however, anticipating being able to completely run the route I had set out.

Armed with my iPhone and my old running shoes, I took off down the street in a light jog, feeling great about my ability to actually get out of bed.

I didn’t feel so great about my ability to run after I started walking about a minute or two later.

Hm. I’m in worse shape than I thought.

Even my angst filled workout playlist couldn’t keep me going, despite the loud, slightly concerning lyrics of Godsmack’s “I Fucking Hate You” pumping through my ear phones.

I’ve tried to run to Top 40 songs. The happy beats and sunny attitudes of Katy Perry and Kelly Clarkson make me want to punch someone in the mouth. I much prefer heavy tracks that mirror my own anger as I participate in a physical activity that I don’t even enjoy.

I have to say, though, that it was a nice start to the day and, after I took out my earphones, the quiet morning and birds chirping was actually…relaxing.

That’s not to say that I’m going to start getting up at 5am to complete hour long runs, but I may be able to keep this regime up for a while.

Or at least until my body realizes what I’m doing and stages a protest when I try to drag it out of bed.

It’s only a matter of time.