Morning Thoughts...

I still hate running. Uhhh, maybe hate is too strong a word.

I lay in bed this morning as my husband, who is helping me with my exercise program, tried to kindly and gently wake me up this morning to go running with him. Yup, he's running with me to help encourage me to keep up my running (well, I still can't claim I'm running- more like a trot).

I didn't want to open my eyes, move my body, and the thought of going out the door to run 2 miles made me want to burrow under the covers and ignore that I was alive.

I stumbled to get changed and shove my feet into my sneakers. I then clomped out the back door, my eyes not even really open yet, and walked up the street for a while. I finally convinced myself it was ok for my brain to send a signal to my legs to move faster and start running. They responded a little bit, but I still felt like they were covered in lead instead of sweat pants.

It doesn't help to think that I'm also keeping somebody who is over a foot taller than I am from actually running/jogging (our last run he started walking and I asked if he was ok and he sheepishly responded that he could walk as fast as I was trotting... yeah, uh-huh, I was mortified and embarrassed!).

We made it, tho'. Thirty minutes, 2.5 miles later, still with lead weights but at least my eyes finally opened up. Well, I think they did; all the fog this morning made it difficult to tell.

I get home, wash up, and then Miranda (who woke up and came in to use the single bathroom we have in the house while I was showering) started talking about how cool it was to have a swimming pool with bubbles in it. Huh?

The sink was stopped up. REALLY blocked. I tried a plunger- no luck, just splashing. I tried some drain cleaner (not drain-o, but some stuff that is supposed to keep the drains clear, not clear drains). I then tromped down to the basement, grabbed the "snake" and prayed it would work so I didn't have to spend $150, wait 3 +hours, and use a no-sink-bathroom for a day.

Boy, did I fell like singing "I am WOMAN, hear me ROAR!" when I unclogged the massive black goo that was hair and soap and scum stuck to the end of the snake. One more 12-foot length of snake and splashed with said scum, I was successful in opening the drain. Yahoo!!!

Travis commented to me, "I bet you'd rather be running than doing this" as I was covered in splatters of black sludge, trying to pry hair from the end of the scum-coated snake, and realizing I needed to get back into the shower to get all the yuck off.

I reflected maybe 10 seconds and said, "Um, NO, actually. I would much rather be doing this." I would rather be using my brain to solve a puzzle that would result in the free and good use of something, and save us $150 in a service fee, and have the satisfaction of learning something new. I would FAR rather do that than run.

So, why do I still "run" even though I've finished training and finished the 10K? Well, I like how my jeans fit a little better, that I've lost 3 pounds despite my (sometimes excessive) chocolate consumption, and I like how I actually feel better in some ways.

I still don't like the process, but I do like the results.

I just wish I could be at the point where I really enjoyed the run...