…I mean, I’m begging you, please don’t tell me what I can’t do.
Because If you say so, or slightly mention the word “challenge”, a complicated electrochemical reaction happens inside me, and I have to do it. It’s automatic. I’m in. Whatever it is. It could be an extreme ironing competition (yes, they exist and I can prove it!) …
…or any kind of creepy thing. That’s how I ended up running a glamorous high-heel race (second place.Yes, Thank you), jumping into a winter- freezing ocean in my pyjamas to help some Tv contestant, or that super embarrasing bikini car wash that I don’t even want to remember.
So, here I am. Just signed for a 10k running thing. Me!! I love sports, but always thought running is a nonsense and I could never get it. I had to run a lot for my University exam cause it was Sports Science. And I had such a bad time doing it, that when that was over, in my best #Scarlett O’Hara impersonation, I screamed to the heavens “I will never run again”. Ever! That happened many years ago (nah, I won’t tell you how many) and here we are.
I don’t know what I was thinking when I signed up for this! 10kilometres is a lot!! And there is no way back! I have to do this!! So I’ve downloaded my training schedule.
Training day1: you are supposed to run 3miles. WTF?? first day?? no warming up? no researching about the History of running or something? Well, I was prepared the whole day for it, visualizing it. “As soon as I get home I will run”. I got off the bus and walked very fast to my house. That’s like 300 metres, but I was walking really fast. Then, I took the rubbish down to the street, and I forgot the rubbish bag (literally), so that was 40 stair steps, that I did running. First day was exhausting.
Training day2: I put on my dancing shoes (split sole) as I don’t even have running ones and headed to the park. Riverside. Beautiful. I could almost hear in my head that Rocky theme song and felt like invincible. And I run! Like Forrest. Run like a light. Feeling the fresh air in my face and avoiding the slow lazy walkers in front of me. Unstoppable. Proud of myself for being so healthy and fit. For 3km. 3km!!! and I was almost unable to breath! 3km!! I’m in trouble!
How the Hell do runners do it?? And why do they go back the next day and do it again?? Do they like the pain? And where do they keep the keys while they running? Is this all a Worlwide conspiracy and are they just pretending to breath normally?
I have another 6 long weeks to go! So wish me luck! I’ll keep you updated. I’ve already learned that #Running is definitely not for cowards. Uff!