I have mentioned it on Facebook many times how I wanted to start running again. The last time I ran was August and at the time I was running about two miles every other day. I set a plan this year that I would start my running regimen again, in March.
Guess what....it's March. This morning was my first morning running. It's been seven months since I ran last. I feel like I have been doing nothing but sitting on my behind those seven months. I mentioned to my husband last night my desire to run this morning. He was all for it, found my iPod for me and that was it.
The morning came quickly but I kept my word and off I went. My usual run route, through Fort Ontario, was not plowed and the snow wasn't melted enough to try and run through. Instead of turning into the fort I went left toward the Army Reserve Center. My muscles felt great being worked on and stretched. I felt like they were wakened from a dark sleep. My energy level was up and I enjoyed the brisk air, perfect for a morning run.
Then my lungs began to hurt. The air pierced them with it coldness. I didn't run as far as I wanted and after a quick sprint to a different location, I walked the rest of the way home. I had to stop briefly, as I began dry heaving. Now I'm home, my lungs still recovering from the run. They clearly weren't as ready as I was.
My goal is three days a week. I'll only do one more day this week (Friday morning) and then start again on Monday. My husband and I are going to run together this year in a 5K. I am excited and March is when I'm starting to train for it. I cannot wait and I can't wait for my legs to start looking like I am that runner again, who clearly isn't me but I used to look similar in the height of my exercise regimen.