Update: -1.1 lbs.
Total loss: 7.6 lbs.
Last night I went to the first session of my 8-week boot camp class. I was a little nervous going into the class because the teacher sent out an email a few days before giving us a heads-up that we were going to be doing some physical assessments on the first day and that part of the assessment would be A MILE RUN. RUNNNN. As in, not walking. Running the whole time. For A MILE.
Let me just tell you that as soon as I got the notice, I was dreading this.
I am not a runner.
I’ve always wanted to be a runner- I’ve had dreams of effortlessly training for my marathons and triathlons in my new training shoes and sleek running clothes. Of putting in 5-milers in the early am hours before work. But yeah, then I actually START running. And I hate it. I am the kind of runner that needs a million distractions to try and divert my mind from obsessively repeating to me that I am dying of running. I need music, or games, or tricks, or peer pressure. I need to make sure I don’t have to go to the bathroom. Or am thirsty, or am hungry. I need it to be not too hot, not too cool- I am essentially the Goldilocks of jogging. If all of these conditions do not exist at optimal settings, it is disastrous and I usually end up walking back home and thinking, “why did I think I wanted to run? (shaking head) I won’t make that mistake again…” So. When I was told I would HAVE to RUN an ENTIRE MILE, I was slightly terrified.
So how did it go?
I arrived at class a little early to do some measurements, the teacher talked a little bit, we all warmed up and then… we were off! Running! And to my complete and utter surprise- I did it! I ran an entire mile without stopping! Or dying! Granted, there were points when I wanted to walk, but I played the at-the-end-of-this-block-if-I-can’t-do-it-anymore-I-can-walk game with myself. But each time I reached the end of a block I would see the woman ahead of me getting a little farther and farther ahead and I would think, “if I lose sight of her, I might not know the route of the run and I might get lost. And that might mean I’ll have to run MORE.” And apparently this worked.
Maybe I am a runner after all!