wandering sails

girl meets purposeful exercise.

last night i ran a mile. it was a 20 minute mile, which i've learned is really a terrible time. but that's fine. i ran a mile. this past winter, i ran 3/4 of a mile and thought i would die. but last night, i ran this mile, i was a bit sweaty, but really okay. i probably could have ran another mile. well, not likely. i had meant to run all weekend. build up my endurance. because, you see... i am not a runner. i have never been a runner. that's not to say i haven't wanted to be. or tried to be. in fact, i was the sole participant in the nicholas rapaz system for becoming a runner. i lasted three days.

i have realized that i am at the crucial point in life that can take me down two paths. that of continuous weight gain and loss of endurance due to laziness or that of regaining strength, endurance and a body that fits into my clothes... and since i cannot afford a new wardrobe... i am forced (but gladly so) to do something about it.

i ran on a treadmill last night, which is good, since i am sure i would have looked like a complete idiot running that slow out in public. it's not my treadmill, i was housesitting for a friend and it's hers, and therein lies the problem... not really sure if i can really run that slow without a machine pacing me. so i will have to run a lesser distance to pick up the pace, because i really don't think i could pick up the pace and run a mile. i'd waste myself trying. a friend said that once my body starts producing endorphins from the running, it will become an addiction and i'll have to run to feed it. i think i need that. because running isn't that fun. it just isn't. so, bring on the good medicine, the weight-loss bearing endorphins. i'm ready for battle.

just let me catch my breath.

posted by julie @ 9:30 AM