As I stepped outside this afternoon I was greeted by grey
skies and torrential rain. As I continued
walking the rain turned to freezing rain, then ice pellets, as the drains began
to overflow and the sidewalks became coated with an icy film. Luckily, it was not windy and I had an
umbrella, my hair remained dry but my orthotics were surfing in my
sneakers. A car drove by not long before
I reached my destination, creating a wave of brown gutter water that spilled
over the sidewalk and onto my lower extremities. Just when I thought it could not get any
worse, a second car drove by to repeat the whole experience. This was not my run. This was the walk to get to the point where I could
start my run. So, I arrived, soaking wet,
to meet up with my running partner for a lovely afternoon run, praying that she
would want to cancel. No dice. The run itself was not too bad, I was already
wet, sure, my feet became colder, my orthotics floated a little more freely and
the moisture finally penetrated both my underwear and my bra. But, as seems to be my mantra of late, I did
it. I was not able to run the full 5k, I
think we were closer to 3.5 or 4k when we started walking, but, the slushy ice
on the sidewalks created enough resistance that I certainly felt the workout in
my calves. Thank goodness for running
with a partner, otherwise, I would never have considered venturing out. As we returned from our run it stopped raining,
just in time for us to be thoroughly soaked.
I came home and immediately stripped in our front hallway,
ran an Epsom salt bath and laid in the warm water as I came to the realization that I was
proud of myself today.
Before I even
left work to meet her I was two Advil deep in an effort to stop the pain pulsing
from my bum. I lost count halfway
through the day, so have no idea how many trips I made to the bathroom, but
know that it is two so far since coming home. Had I not been running with someone else I doubt
I would have gone, both because of my butt and because of the weather. My friend definitely motivated me,
but, I did not cancel when I had the choice Instead, I self-medicated and armed myself
with a panty-liner to try to avoid any unseemly accidents. I think it is safe to say that running is
teaching me a lot. It is teaching me to
suck it up princess (or Princess Poopy Pants as my husband likes to call me)
and man up. My initiation into the world
of running is now complete; it appears as though I am no longer a fairweather
runner.
You're hardcore man. And I give you props for being a poopy pants too! My pregnancies left me in that state (but for other reasons) and I was miserable. I couldn't bear it. You are seriously hardcore!
ReplyDeleteYou're doing great. It's these types of runs that will only make you tougher. And you passed that!! 100%
ReplyDeletethanks for being my running partner because I wouldn't have ventured out in that weather by myself. :)
Thanks ladies, you guys rock! Nikki, no one has ever called me hardcore before, my family would get a laugh out of that one! I am glad to hear that the poopy pants are succeeding!
ReplyDeleteLisa, the other thing that I realized about yesterday's run was that I was so focused on the weather that I did not have time to swear about how much I hate running! Success!