one lap around the clock for the big hand! (translation: I completed a 5 mile run today in 1 hour!)
I was dreading this run all day. My shoulder felt crampy and I was starting to talk myself into that being an acceptable reason NOT to run. Yeah, I know. Lame.
I went to church. Went to my parents. Went to the Lake. Hung out with the K-side for a while. Went back to my parent’s to drop off some corn. Went to the gym parking lot. Sat there for a while and thought about it.
A CBS radio station in our area plays 60 Minutes live on the radio, simulcast with the TV version.
Just a few more minutes.
Realizing how ridiculous it was to sit there in the car, in the parking lot, I finally decided to get out and go into the gym.
The first mile was sort of tough. The realization that I would have to repeat that experience 4 more times was daunting.
The second mile was full of temptation to quit. “Emily, 2 miles is respectable. 2 miles is enough.”
The third mile was a little bit more hopeful. Eh, who am I kidding? I had a few moments of “holy cow, there is no way I’m going to make it.” But I also had a few moments of “wow, I’m really running and I haven’t fallen off of the treadmill yet!”
At mile four I realized something embarassing and horrifying: my braid was sweating. Ew. Gross, gross, gross.
I hoped, with all of my heart, that no one was behind me, watching sweat drip off of the end of my braid.
No such luck.
Oh, and how did I realize it was dripping? It dripped on my leg. Yeah – I’m nasty.
And mile 5. Mile 5 was full of negotiation. I made deals with myself. Deals about ice cream, primarily.
Is there some sort of parallel to life in that run? Maybe. If heaven is ice cream, then I think the parallel works out.
But man, if heaven is NOT ice cream, I’m going to be annoyed.