I landed in Kona Hawaii on 3/12. Sitting on
the plane gave me the jitters. All I wanted to
do was jump off and go running. Ever since I
started replacing running with smoking I find
that I want to run every chance I can get
however I have a problem keeping the run for
longer than 10 minutes. I stop then start
again. Also my right arch is beginning to hurt
a lot. I'm not sure exactly why especially
because the left arch doesn't hurt.
The breeze and sun in Hawaii is really
relaxing me and I'm glad I haven't given up my
running! I'm proud to say I have not smoked in
almost a week. My chest feels wonderful!
I get cravings every now and then. Sometimes they are stronger, but only when I don't run. I'm going to go now.
My cardiologist said it would take a while before my endorphins would begin to kick in...but I beg to ask WHEN will it happen??
How long does it normally take? Right now I'm running for the sake of running and haven't felt that great "high" yet.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Lingering feeling.
I feel like smoking...I feel bored. I know I have to pack for tomorrow but I'm afraid if I just continue to pack (or begin) then I won't be able to kick the urge of smoking.
Is running twice a day when you just begin not good for you? That may be a silly question, but I just feel like I need to run once more! My muscles are still sore and I know I'm asking for something painful...but I just gotta. Every time I crave a cigarette I must run!
Off to running.
Is running twice a day when you just begin not good for you? That may be a silly question, but I just feel like I need to run once more! My muscles are still sore and I know I'm asking for something painful...but I just gotta. Every time I crave a cigarette I must run!
Off to running.
First run
I woke up around 830am and decided to go back to sleep because I didn't want to run sleepy. Okay, I lie. I just wanted to sleep! I ended up going just before noon. Put my running shoes on, my pants, and sweater. Just as I was ready my two dogs looked at me in a emotion of bewilderment. "WHY? What about US?" So I got their leashes out and proceeded to walk them. Bear, my golden retriever, decided he no longer was going to walk and instead he had most impressively plopped his body about onto the concrete as me and Roxy, my husky, were still at full speed and pressing onwards. This type of gravity I like to call a "shit pull" because once I got so far along the end of Bear's leash I was pulled backwards to land on my ever so fragile shitter.
After a long walk of pulling and tugging I began to disagree with my giving into those sweet puppy dog eyes. I recall the doctor specifically telling me "Don't bring the dogs. They will stop and cause stress. You want to run alone and focus on your breathing." Yes, doc...will do I responded. Here I am dragging a 100 lb animal across the hot pavement mid day whilst hundreds of school children are running on the grass gasping for breaths while in between yells "HEY DOGGY! HEY! RUN DOGGY RUN!" Great!
I returned home in utter astonishment and angst by the terrible walk. Got my running shoes off and sat back while planning my departure for tomorrow morning. The running bug crept up on me again about one hour later whispering in my ear "You didn't even get to run! Oh the sadness..." So I proceeded, once again, with putting my running shoes on. Roxy looked at me and began barking. NO! I said...no no no. Fine, okay! So off we set out just the two of us on a first run marathon.
The first 15 minutes went great. I had a nice level jog going. Roxy was keeping up, if not pulling me and we were enjoying the lovely weather. About 25 minutes in my heart said "Yeah, that's good for me!" and I lost all air. I tried to breathe slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth. Nope. Didn't work. So I went from a good jog to a fast sprint then to a quick walk for a good hour. When I returned home my inner muscles were absolutely horrified at what I had made them do. I could barely walk. Felt numb yet painful all at once...and I LOVED it.
So that was my first run. It is going to be a bit harder for the next week seeing as I'm going to Hawaii tomorrow morning. They do have a gym so I'm going to force myself into that ridiculous room to run. I do love being outdoors so much more, but I will do it!
I have to admit. When I came home I ate a good lunch and relaxed a bit. It was only about 5 hours later I had a cigarette. I know. BAD! But one a day is better than more, right?
Will update if I run tomorrow...no IF's! I will. So I will update. =D
After a long walk of pulling and tugging I began to disagree with my giving into those sweet puppy dog eyes. I recall the doctor specifically telling me "Don't bring the dogs. They will stop and cause stress. You want to run alone and focus on your breathing." Yes, doc...will do I responded. Here I am dragging a 100 lb animal across the hot pavement mid day whilst hundreds of school children are running on the grass gasping for breaths while in between yells "HEY DOGGY! HEY! RUN DOGGY RUN!" Great!
I returned home in utter astonishment and angst by the terrible walk. Got my running shoes off and sat back while planning my departure for tomorrow morning. The running bug crept up on me again about one hour later whispering in my ear "You didn't even get to run! Oh the sadness..." So I proceeded, once again, with putting my running shoes on. Roxy looked at me and began barking. NO! I said...no no no. Fine, okay! So off we set out just the two of us on a first run marathon.
The first 15 minutes went great. I had a nice level jog going. Roxy was keeping up, if not pulling me and we were enjoying the lovely weather. About 25 minutes in my heart said "Yeah, that's good for me!" and I lost all air. I tried to breathe slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth. Nope. Didn't work. So I went from a good jog to a fast sprint then to a quick walk for a good hour. When I returned home my inner muscles were absolutely horrified at what I had made them do. I could barely walk. Felt numb yet painful all at once...and I LOVED it.
So that was my first run. It is going to be a bit harder for the next week seeing as I'm going to Hawaii tomorrow morning. They do have a gym so I'm going to force myself into that ridiculous room to run. I do love being outdoors so much more, but I will do it!
I have to admit. When I came home I ate a good lunch and relaxed a bit. It was only about 5 hours later I had a cigarette. I know. BAD! But one a day is better than more, right?
Will update if I run tomorrow...no IF's! I will. So I will update. =D
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
First..
post. =]
This blog is mostly for me to stop underestimating my atheletic ability and begin to run again. It actually began in the cardiologist's office this morning where the conversation went a bit like:
D=Doctor N=Nella *=thinking
D: "Do you smoke?"
N: "Yes."
D: "How did your father pass away?"
N: "Massive heart attack."
D: "Did he smoke?"
N: "Yes." *knew he was gonna pull that one*
D: "Hmm, wow and you're only 23 years old. So young"
N: "I know." *oye vey*
D: "When you were growing up did you have any other vices?"
N: "I was anorexic." *now he's a therapist*
*****BLAH BLAH BLAH FOR 10 MINUTES LONGER
D: "Let's replace running with smoking for your addictive personality and I think it'll reduce your high anxiety as well."
N: "Okay, sounds good." *shit*
And here I am. At home writing my schedule for running. I'm not going to stray. It's so much easier to not do it. I'm not going to smoke either. I keep thinking "How can I be a brooding artist/writer if I don't smoke and I'm healthy?" Join a blog and write about it.
Tomorrow morning early it begins.
This blog is mostly for me to stop underestimating my atheletic ability and begin to run again. It actually began in the cardiologist's office this morning where the conversation went a bit like:
D=Doctor N=Nella *=thinking
D: "Do you smoke?"
N: "Yes."
D: "How did your father pass away?"
N: "Massive heart attack."
D: "Did he smoke?"
N: "Yes." *knew he was gonna pull that one*
D: "Hmm, wow and you're only 23 years old. So young"
N: "I know." *oye vey*
D: "When you were growing up did you have any other vices?"
N: "I was anorexic." *now he's a therapist*
*****BLAH BLAH BLAH FOR 10 MINUTES LONGER
D: "Let's replace running with smoking for your addictive personality and I think it'll reduce your high anxiety as well."
N: "Okay, sounds good." *shit*
And here I am. At home writing my schedule for running. I'm not going to stray. It's so much easier to not do it. I'm not going to smoke either. I keep thinking "How can I be a brooding artist/writer if I don't smoke and I'm healthy?" Join a blog and write about it.
Tomorrow morning early it begins.
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