Does it seem like every blog you read lately is about a blogger who among other things, also runs? And runs races with friends wearing a sparkly skirt? It's like ten years ago when all of a sudden book clubs took off and every woman you knew was in a book club. I guess I'm just bitter because I don't run. I don't have friends I could run with if I did run. And I would never run in public in a sparkly skirt.
I began my first semester of college immediately after high school graduation. I signed up for a freshman English class, a class I can't remember... religion maybe, and Beginning Jogging. I figured it would be an easy class, right? It was called BEGINNING Jogging. I was 18 and while I didn't run, I was still fit and capable. Then I showed up to class. Enter me, who hasn't had a PE class since freshman and sophomore years of high school, and even then, when we "ran" laps every Friday, I walked laps while gabbing with my friends. Enter everyone else in BEGINNING Jogging, high school track and cross country stars. Great. Also, to mix things up, I went from living at 430 feet above sea level to living at 4549 feet above sea level. And I'm pretty sure I've always had undiagnosed asthma.
Sometimes we met as a class to discuss technique and healthy running habits. We had to run independently outside of class on the days we didn't have class. I could do that. But then we also ran as a class. This meant that I was literally an entire college campus behind the rest of my classmates. The teacher would come and check on me and I'd assure him that I wouldn't get lost and could find my way around. The most pathetic thing is I ended up later taking a health/PE combo class that eliminated the need for me to have ever taken the Beginning Jogging class. Argh.
One of my goals last year was to run a mile without stopping. I'm a fair weather runner, so I like it to be a nice temperature to run. Which means that I didn't do so great with my goal since it was either way too hot, or way too cold most of the year. For awhile I was running sort of regularly and got to where I could run about 1/2 a mile without stopping. Then winter came. Now that it's warmed up I've mapped out a route around my parking lot that's a quarter mile, so I can run it four times with the kids locked inside, alone but safe and with me in their view. I tried it out the other day. Asthma attack. I tried again the next day. Asthma attack. It's so frustrating because running/jogging is the only form of exercise I have any patience for (and doesn't require coordination or ability that I don't have) and I'm finding myself unable to do it. I had the thought this morning that I'll just have to walk and walk fast, but that seems so slow and I have no patience for that either. At least it's staying light longer now so maybe the kids and I can get out on a walk together and I can wear them out for bedtime.