It has been roughly SIX years since my last run, and even then, as the Captain of the cross country team in high school, I may or may not have been "too injured" to actually run on the team. That is neither here nor there.
Running is something I had crossed off of my life's to-do list. I had come to terms with the fact that it was not for me (a previous ballerina). It hurts. I can substitute with the elliptical! It's no fun. It's just not in my genes...
Au contraire mon frere! (well, the genes part).
I was raised in a very athletic family. My sister, a recent D-1 full-scholarship athlete... My dad, a life-long (?) runner himself... and my Mom, the yogi, who had a "break-out year athletically" as my dad said in the family Christmas newsletter - as she ran two 5ks, one 10 mile race and two 1/2 marathons in 2009.
I was cordially invited (forced, whining and complaining) to join their ranks, when someone came up with the genius idea to run a half marathon! together! as a family! all FOUR of us!
Ahem.
Well, this brings me to Day 1. After being gifted a new pair of running shoes and promised a "fun" half marathon (the Chicago Rock n' Roll on August 1st), I willingly decided to start training... for a 5k. Cause you gotta start somewhere.
So, Katie, aka My Personal Trainer, and I walked for fifteen minutes to warm up, ran for five minutes (half a mile, or 1/26 of a half marathon, but who's counting?!) without stopping, and walked the rest of the way home for a "cool down" (although if you ask me, we weren't cooling anything down, seeing as though it was fuuuhreezing this morning - of course we chose to start training the day it SNOWS in Atlanta. Yes, I repeat, SNOWING IN ATLANTA. That's hell freezing over, my friends... because I RAN).
Anyway, all of this is to say, it went well. All five minutes of it. We'll be back at it tomorrow.
And, for good measure, this was my fortune cookie at lunch today:
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