I went for a run yesterday and it hurt. I actually used to marathon. What I really mean is that I have run 3 marathons. Recently however, I have done zero running. As part of my effort to get healthy this year I decided to pick it back up again. I dislike the elliptical. Can’t stand the bike. That means that for cardio I am pretty much stuck with running so running it is.
Yesterday was a busy day for me. I had a ton of stuff to do around the house. Mostly stuff I had been neglecting all week like laundry, dishes, and picking up bedrooms. I powered through all of my chores and even got the garage picked up. I had dinner plans but had enough time beforehand to squeeze a short workout so I hopped in my car and headed down to the gym.
The gym was pretty empty as it normally is on a Saturday afternoon. After getting some music queued up I hopped on the nearest treadmill and went for broke. I ran a little more than 2 miles at a shockingly slow pace. You have to start somewhere though and start I did. I am quite sure that I probably sounded like a wounded buffalo while I was running. We live a bit over 7000 feet in elevation so oxygen can be a legit problem when you are not in shape (which I am not). It was tough.
I probably prayed more in that 30 minutes than I did all week. Unfortunately God does not provide super human endurance on a whim. I was stuck toughing it out. The important thing was that I did get a run in and plan to follow it up tomorrow with another. Between not drinking any alcohol during Lent and doing cardio a few times a a week I hope to get my weight down to about 185. Pretty reasonable I think. Pax vobiscum.