Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I Was Running!
One of my favorite movies ever is "Forrest Gump". I love everything about that movie; the actors in it, the soundtrack, the way it moves through the different decades. What I love most about it though is the movie's resounding theme...running. In fact, my favorite line from the movie is, "From that day on everywhere I went, I was running!" I just love how he says it. You can tell Forrest loved to run. Now, I'm nowhere near the runner he was, but I do understand his love for it. I understand his excitement when he got a new pair of running shoes from Jenny. I understand how he had the urge to run to nowhere in particular. I had that urge today, tonight actually, about 8:00 pm. I have taken a long break from running, due to housing a human being in my tummy for 38 weeks. I knew getting back into it would be tough, after all I am lugging around a little extra weight since the last time I laced up my Nikes, but I was determined to do it anyway. I've been telling myself that I'd start today, but today always turned into tomorrow and then before I knew it, two months passed since having Anne Claire. I couldn't think of any more excuses tonight, so I changed into my (snug) running t-shirt and my (even snugger) running shorts and got out the door. I began slowly, mainly because I wasn't sure if I'd remember how to run. Then I began to hit my stride, a painful, shallow-breathing stride, but a stride nonetheless. I sped up, realized that was a mistake, and slowed my pace a little. It was getting darker by the minute, and for a moment I thought that running this late was a bad decision. That passed when I realized I had forgotten, shall I say, a particular undergarment that ladies should wear whilst doing any sort of strenuous activity. Darkness in that capacity had become my friend :) I gave myself little milestones like, "Just get to the yield sign and you can walk for thirty seconds." Then I would give myself a little mental "high-five," and say "Way to rock it out, you super-athlete, you!" Okay, the second part is untrue, but I may try that next time. By the time I reached my house, I was sweating (sorry Mom, glistening) and I felt like my lungs were about to explode. I staggered through the front door and Allison said, "Mom, what happened?" All I could spew out was, "Uhhhgghhhhh." I sat down and felt my lungs fill back up with oxygen and downed a bottle of water. Despite the side cramps and charlie horse I could feel developing in my leg, I felt awesome. Sure, I may be able to speak in only one syllable words for the next 12 hours, but it was totally worth it.