Generally, I hit the gym in the morning before my brain has time to figure out what I'm doing. It's a good tactic, you should try it. Also, when I start early, my workout burns fat rather than fuel.Yesterday, 10 minutes after starting on the treadmill...I employed the same kind of strategy and broke into a run. Yes, you read that correctly. I started running...and nothing, absolutely nothing, was chasing me.
There was a time when I could not run...and that was only about 10 months ago...so now, running feels like freedom and makes me feel really alive. Wow, I never thought I'd say that. Could it be that I actually like to run? No, that can't be it.
This past Saturday, I ran for 20 minutes in a row, and so of course yesterday I had to go faster and further. I cranked the speed to 10 KM / hour and I gave 'er for 30 minutes. I ran 5K! I ran 5K...for reals. Did I mention that I ran 5 whole kilometres in half an hour? Well, I did. And, it felt great! Until the ninja appeared from out of nowhere, surprised me, and I dropped my MP3 player on the moving tread which then shot it off the end and landed it at his feet. I nearly did the same, until I grabbed a handrail and steadied myself. Woops. Classic Suzie.
Run 5K = Winning.
Drop iPod, make fool of self = Par for the course.
And yes, I do believe I like running. But, don't tell anyone.
Found your blog on Victoria's Time Colonist. Personally I hate running in the morning. Need to think about it all day. As for the Ninja, then what happened???
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