C25k week 1, day 1 is in the books. And it felt exactly like I haven’t run in over a year. My legs hurt, my heart was pounding, and all I could think about was how easy this felt the last time I was training. I’m out of shape, out of endurance, and my muscle tone is shot. Next run day is Sunday.
Let me be honest here – I don’t run because I enjoy running. It’s unpleasant and it always has been for me. I run because it burns calories. Because it builds muscle and stabilizes my blood sugar. It makes my butt look better and core stronger. It makes me feel virtuous, like I’m better than all the people who aren’t running. Because I love the satisfaction of checking off another training session that I’ve powered through when I didn’t really want to. It gets me out of my house into the sunshine and into the solitude of my own thoughts. It helps me sleep more easily. It connects me with the huge running community in this town. It gives me a hobby. It introduced me to people I consider role models. It makes me not content with where I’m at, and makes me want to get better. It makes me feel tall and strong and lean even when the mirror says I’m not.
All those things? THAT’S why I run.