Day Two

I get up at 6 am and look over in the corner where my exercise bike use to be.  On DAY ONE of my NOT training for a marathon, I decided to move my bike downstairs so I can force myself out of the bed. I had previously put the bike in my bedroom to make it easier for me to get out of bed and immediately start exercising. That only worked 35% of the time. Most mornings I would look over at the bike and then say “I will see you buddy in about another hour.” And before you know it, life as a mom and self-employed businesswoman would began and my morning date with that exercise bike would be cancelled.

Anyway, like I said (I tend to wander off sometimes so get use to it), I got up at 6 am looked over to make that morning promise to my exercise bike and saw that it wasn’t there. I then looked over to the other side of the room and saw that big bag of exercise gear in the Modell’s shopping bag on the floor and let out a long deep sigh. Now, I don’t know why I said "Modell’s" because they are not sponsoring a damn thing but I’m very detailed oriented so I included the name of said sporting goods store in this post.  After looking over at the bag, I realized the promise I had made to myself two days before, got up, made my bed, woke up my running partner (my 11 year old son) and we headed to the track.

Now my mama didn’t raise a fool, well she did but I’m not the one. I have this brother and he's- Ok…Never mind. After 20 years of not running I do know that I can’t just get my butt on the track and act like I’m FloJo. Yesterday on DAY ONE, I briskly walked around two times and then on the last two laps, I jogged a quarter of each lap. I only did 4 laps, which you all know is a mile so I technically only ran…??? You know what? Let’s forget about calculating how long I actually ran and move on before I get discouraged and cease and desist the running and this damn blog!

Today, I'm happy to post that I was able to do 5 laps and ran 3 of the last ¼ laps. Does that make sense to you? I hope so. Now to all of you marathon runners that may not sound like a big deal, but it was more than I did yesterday so I'm very proud of myself. I got better in just one day! I will be honest with you I wanted to stop at the 4^th lap but then along comes Daisy...  

Daisy is a one hundred and thirty-six year old woman who was running like a 10 year old for some ice cream behind a Mr. Softee truck (they're not sponsoring this blog either but what the heck).  I don't know if  “Daisy” was really her name but I think that’s what they were naming baby girls 100 plus years ago. Ok, she was not 136 years old, but still. She was definitely over 70. As she ran past me, she threw her fist up as if to say “Go Girl!”  I, in return, only smiled back at her because I was in the running part of my lap and I feared that if I raised my fist back at her, it would cause me to exert too much energy and she would have to interrupt her running to call the paramedics for me after I passed out.  To see ol' Daisy run like that inspired me to do the fifth lap. It was tough, but I did it. It felt great! Thanks Daisy (or whatever your name is)!

Ms P.