Two days and counting03/29/2012 at 12:58 pm | Posted in me | 15 Comments
Tags: Cooper River Bridge Run
Twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be in the car on my way to Charleston for the Cooper River Bridge Run.
I’m so excited I think I might pee my pants.
The notion of me running any further than the distance between the couch and the fridge used to be unthinkable. I am not a runner. I can swim and swim and swim. But running makes my chest hurt and my butt jiggle and my knees ache. And I always suck wind.
But then a few weeks ago on one of my walks, I thought to myself, this is a nice flat stretch of sidewalk I think I’ll jog it. And it didn’t kill me. Of course it was only three-tenths of a mile, but still. Baby steps, right?
A few days later, I jogged the whole block. Then I turned the corner and kept jogging. Ever so gradually, each week, adding on more distance.
This week, I jogged about three miles. THREE MILES, y’all. Unthinkable.
Dr. Google taught how to control my breathing, improve my posture and train my hibernating muscles on how to function properly. I asked runner friends for advice, and they came through big time.
So in just two days, I’m going to attempt to run part (half?) of the Bridge Run. I’ll slow to a walk if it hurts too badly. And I’ll definitely be walking up the bridge (and stopping to take photos, if I can manage it without causing a pile-up).
But I’m going to try. And I’m really excited about it.
Who would have thought?