So, running Day 3, not so bad. The voice of the man who is talking me through this program on my iPhone sounds like an athletic Mr. Rogers, a quality I find both comforting and disconcerting. I have to turn the volume up as far as I can on my phone though, so it sounds a little like he's yelling (which I don't appreciate), but the music needs to be loud enough to drown out the sound of my feet plodding along the street. I know I'm still making a lot of noise by the frightened/concerned looks I get from people I pass, but if I don't hear the sound of my feet or any gasping breath, the harsh reality of my actually running seems to be mitigated.
It's actually been nice. I do feel good, but I don't think I've experienced any of that magical endorphin thing you hear so much about. I'll let you know if I do - sounds like fun. I'm thinking I'll maybe shoot for a Thanksgiving Day 5K with the family - the Turkey Trot. They always show the runners in that event on the local news and I've envied their energy level and motivation. I usually wake up on Thanksgiving thinking about stuffing, so a 5K would be a nice distraction for me.
I'm thinking I may need to treat myself to something cute if I keep this running thing up for another week. I mean positive reinforcement is proven to support behavioral change, isn't it? Plus, the Farmer's Almanac is calling for a colder winter, so Mama's gonna need to beef up the sweater supply. Maybe for motivation I'll imagine myself running toward a cute outfit while I'm working out. Visualization can be quite powerful I understand.
I'm wearing this today.
We're going to a neighborhood gathering later, so I'll swap the sandals for a strappy heel when the time comes, and voila! the look will instantly shift from grocery store to backyard cocktail party. Shoes are the magicians of the wardrobe.
gratitude: the word 'enough', flowers, Project Runway, driving kids to school because I know those days are numbered
thanks and love.