Apparently he desperately needed "bologna and yogurt"....seriously child? Just go back to sleep....that's what daddy and I wanted to do at least.
We tried to reason with him, to no avail...thus the morning was much to early for me. My hubby, being the fantastic wonderful and amazing person he is (I'll post more about that later in my ode to father's day post, he he) took the boys this morning so I could attempt to fall back asleep.
Your probably reading this thinking, "what the heck does this have to do with running? I'm only interested in the running part...so get on with it!" Well....let me tell you....
I try for a while, pretty much unsuccessfully as of yet, to fall back asleep...BUT am still SuPeR tired...oh yes...that tired.
ALL of the SUDDEN (because that's how most cRaZy thing happen these days) my FANTASTIC(well, up till this point at least) roomie Naomi (can I call her roomie? I think so...lol) BOUNDS into my room (yup, literally BOUNDS)...begging me to go running with her.
Wha-what? Running? Do you know who I am? Are you some alien trying to abduct me or something? Cuz I'm pretty sure I've made it very clear that I AM NO RUNNER. As surprised and ahem...agitated...as I was...she somehow convinced me (does it count as convincing if they never give up or leave your room, but literally drag you?) to GO running with her.
This is where the REAL fun begins.
I find it amusing when people say they are "BAD" at running....mostly because I know what truly being "bad" at running is...and very few people are that bad....fortunately for me, I am one of those very few.
A lot of my friends have offered for me to go running with them: "No really, its just a jog, we walk most of the time...don't worry, I'm out of shape too...oh yes I'm a terrible runner...I concur, I can barely run UP the stairs too"...really? REALLY?? I doubt it.
Soooooo.....back to me and my horror. I've always known that when people try and convince me to run with them, reassuring me that they are terrible runners, that it must be somewhat of a lie. If they really were that terrible, like me, they would not even come up with the cRaZy idea to run...
they would sit at home on their couch, eating potatoes...and getting fat. That's what I do, that's what true run-haters do.
But somewhere in between the bounding, excitement and convincing me of her hatred of running...I conceded. So, we set out.
I run REALLY well at the start....I'm feeling good, no sweating, no tears, no puke....I can DO this...I CAN!! Oh wait, we have't even passed 2 houses yet....oh....no...it's starting...my hearts pounding....my head is getting dizzy...my LUNGS collapsing!! 4 houses in...okay...I'm done.
You may think that I'm exaggerating to make myself look bad? Oh no, trust me...I'm not.
If any of you know whereabouts I live, I can give you a better idea of how far I got.
Around the corner (1 house)...continuing down the main street (oh, passed another house)...crossed the next small street
(2 more houses)...and I'm WIPED before I even reach that little field.
BUT....I kept going...walking/slowly jogging/sauntering along....all the while dying inside and out.
A few times I just gave her permission to run ahead somewhere far off, and then back to me again. I'm fairly certain that she could have been running circles around me the whole time we were out....literally, circles. Although she reassures me that that isn't true (hhhmmm....)
I had this awful taste/smell/feeling in my mouth and whole esophagus like I was going to up-chuck...it was awesome...super awesome.
Somehow, still unbeknownst to me, I made it home....half dead, gasping for air, possibly dry-heaving...but I made it.
I'm guessing I ran for a TOTAL of 3 or 4 blocks.....hmmmm.....no, maybe 1 or 2.
So running...it hates me. I hate it. There is no love...and I doubt there ever will be.
BUT, I know that I need to get in shape, and that sitting on the couch eating potatoes and getting fat is NOT the best thing for me...so I will continue to RUN/die (which one will happen first? I'm curious to find out).
My goal is to be able to run all the way from my house down to the end of the street(not back...just there...I fully plan on crawling back).
It may take me MONTHS, or maybe years....we shall see.
So, if you see my heaving and gasping on the side of the road next time your out (I saw 2 people I knew today....uuugghhh)...don't worry about me.
I'll be fine, or not.