My proudest run
Yeah it's another running post. But today was different. Because unlike most days when I don't want to go, today I really didn't want to go. I felt woozy all morning (not enough sleep? Not enough breakfast? Heart attack? Looming death?) and I wasn't sure I'd be up to running. It was also humid. Hella humid. Melt people humid. My weather app gave it a fair for outdoor fitness but apps don't run, lazy programs.
But I went. I went anyway. I gave myself permission to run a mile then walk, to come back early, to step backward, whatever it took. But I still went.
I tried something new this run--listening to a podcast. I didn't have the rhythm of the run nor any sprints, but I did have really nice distraction and even cracked a smile a few times. I've missed you, This American Life.
This was the first run where I had a car full of guys honk (wtf?) and the second where I was cheered on by a neighbor in their yard--awesome.
I did it. The whole run. I was dripping and I was slow but I did it.
At home I was rewarded with a sweat heart.
