I hate running. You know this.
Today at the wonders of 6am I strapped the iPod onto my arm and headed out into the already humid morning.
My route starts out flat for a few yards, past a few neighbors, and then dips dramatically past raw fields. I cross over a plain of grass and wildflowers and into another development.
Half a mile.
Daft Punk's “Robot Rock/Oh Yeah” is blaring, but not overly so. At my old/young age I want to protect my hearing.
The fat on my ass starts to jiggle like crazy and I kind of want to giggle.
A few cars drive by, either going to work or coming home.
Song changes to Peaches's “Billionare”.
Sweat is pouring. I think I should've put the shame aside and wore the discounted Nike runner's top. I got it for $20. Originally $50. Ridiculous.
More sweat. I should've brought a towel. Shoulda, coulda, woulda.
Dog barks.
The development ends and it's open road.
One mile.
I'm a forefront runner. Heel strikers lose.
The fat jiggling on my ass starts to hurt. I feel bad for not loosing it in the time I want.
The sun rises and the heat starts to swell.
I think my area has a heart warning for today, no? Oh fuck.
More sweat, my eyes sting.
I want to check my watch for my time, but I don't. Fucking running for fun.
Car speeds by, clearly not going 45. Glad I'm on the opposite side.
Oh fuck.
What's that?
MEEEEEH!!!!
Why does my foot hurt?
Fuck it, keep going.
Can't.
Slow down.
It's the arch on my right foot.
Now the pain is on the outside behind the lateral malleolus.
Fuck. Fuck. Cunt. Fuck.
Stop.
Car whizzes by and honks. "Hey Red!"
Fuck you. And fuck this. WHAT IS THIS?!
Wait.
Wait.
Walk.
Can't.
Limp home.
Time: 12:45.
Balls.
Not even a mile and a half.
FUCK.
I'll knock off a few seconds because I checked my watch some time after I stopped running. Still no good.
Goddamnit.
Kayne West's "Stronger".
Shush.
Walk.
Limp onto street. Almost home.
In the distance an older man, looks to be in his 60s, jogs towards me.
I feel shame.
It's hot and I didn't put sunscreen on.
His chest is out and his head held up high.
He sees my limp. Points. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I don't live far. It's my foot."
Two miles.
He continues.
Step down.
Ow.
Hobble over the hill.
More sweat.
Foot draaaags.
More cars drive by, but no comments.
Smell of tar reeks badly.
It's hot.
Reach the road home.
2.3 miles.
Right knee starts to ache.
Ah geesh.
Down a hill.
I see home.
Pick up speed.
Pain.
Before I know it, I'm home and the pain trails off. It's not so bad, but it's there. It puts a damper on the workout schedule but after a couple of months of going hardcore I think it's time for a little break.
It's not like I can run on this foot anways. As much as I hate running, if I can't physically run, I get a little blue.
By the by: I swear. A lot. Get used to it or stop reading the blog.
A blog about a former (or not so) Roller Derby athlete on the path to fitness and joining the Marine Corps.
Jane! Thanks for stopping by the blog and commenting.
ReplyDeleteAs for running and other such activities that we all love/hate may I suggest workouts from the Crossfit Endurance website? After all the miles my knees have taken I am all about shorter sprint workouts vice miles of destruction.
Also, in regards to diet ideas, have you seen Marks' Daily Apple? Great articles and Mark has a good book out called the Primal Blueprint.
Lastly, have you considered the Coast Guard? These guys are on the front lines of homeland defense at all times. They confront drug runners, terrorism, natural disasters, piracy, you name it.
Semper Fi,
America's 1stSgt
Thanks for stopping by! I have been peering over Crossfit and I'm eager to try it. Sounds a lot better than five mile runs.
ReplyDeleteMarks Daily Apple is pretty good. It's something akin to what I'm doing right now, low GI, no refined sugars/carbs, and 40/35/25. However, I've hit a plateau with fat loss and this week I've been experimenting with switching caloric intakes and different intensities of cardio/sterngth. I'm hoping a week that's different from my normal schedule will help shock my body.
Coast Guard......eeeeeh I thought about it but, my heart is set elsewhere. And I'm not known for quitting.
Thanks for your advice it's greatly appreciated!
Actually the more I read into Mark's Daily Apple the more I love it, but it's going to be hard to wrap my head around cutting a chunk of cardio, though glad to see intervals are in the plan. And then grains. I've cut out wheat a couple of months ago and that was by far, more of a challenge than cutting out the sodas, refined carbs, and sugars.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it is hard to give up stuff you thought was good for you up until now. I think I actually cried when I gave up peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteHey Jane. How's the weight loss coming? I've since lost all of the weight I needed to enlist but I've actually chosen to go the officer route instead. I contacted an OSO and have gone to MEPS, taken the ASVAB and the whole nine yards. All that's left is to score a 225 on the PFT and submit my officers package. I still have a ways to go on the pft, but I'm working at it! I'm hoping to attend the platoon leaders class next summer.
ReplyDeleteBest regards
Holly
Holly glad to hear from you! That's great you are going officer! A former classmate of mine is going to OCS next summer, I find it a bit odd that officers are only allowed to have 1st class PFT scores while enlisted can have all three classes. Lead by example though right?
ReplyDeleteI had hit a plateau earlier for a good part of the summer and just recently lost five pounds and going. So while I'm not where I would like to be at this time, I'm not going up nor am I staying at the same weight; so I can't complain.
Best of luck and keep building muscle!
Jane
Have you made your decision on which branch to go with yet? I had been looking into the Army as well, but I finally made up my mind and went with the Marine Corps. Deep down I've always wanted to join the Marines, despite trying to convince myself that the Navy or Army would be a better decision. I've been mulling it over in my mind for the past month and talking it over with my boyfriend (who's in the Navy). He was trying to convince me to join the Navy and mid conversation a Marine Corps commercial came on and I guess I just stared like a zombie at the screen. As soon as it was over he said that he would be really proud to have a girlfriend in the Marines. Haha, I guess that was all I needed to make the jump and go see an OSO. I'm super excited about everything, even though I won't go to OCS for an entire year.
ReplyDeleteHope all is well!
Holly