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