As a general rule, I’m not a huge fan of running. I don’t run for shoe sales, I don’t run for wedding dresses, I might run if I’m being chased.
And yet I signed up for a 10k training class.
Tonight was the very first class, I’ve just returned, and shock of the year I survived. But I learned a few things. Learn from me, my children…
- Do not, under any circumstances, sign up for a 10k running class if the last time you ran was four years ago.
- Even if you think that dinner a full hour before class should be ok, you will be wrong. Terribly wrong.
- 2 1/2 miles on a day that you had to get up out of bed at 3:OMFG:45 am to take your son to the hospital for a minor surgical procedure (and he’s fine, BTW), is not exactly the smartest thing to do. See also the very first bullet point.
- Running on a track at a park that just put down fresh sod is…ahem…an odiferous experience.
- The promise of a shower, buttered popcorn, and red wine once this hell is over will get me through damned near anything.
- New running shoes might be a good idea.
- Ibuprofin before running or training is an even better idea.
- That I kinda sorta maybe might have agreed to run a half marathon with a friend this summer was effing stupid and I am reconsidering that decision.
- An investment in new sports bras is in my future. I may not have much, but I’d like to keep them from giving me a black eye.
Shower. Popcorn. Wine. Bed.