While driving by a 5k race in our vehicle Friday on the way to satisfy a Chic Fil A craving, Ryan told me he would give me anything I want if I would run a 5k with him. Some shoes immediately came to mind:
Really, I guess it's asking a lot since a 5k isn't the greatest human feat imaginable. While driving past this race, I spotted an old man who could not have been younger than 85. His skin was hanging off his bones and his head hunched almost below his shoulders. He was running right along with the pack. Most all of the other runners were just normal people. Only a few looked incredibly fit. I should be able to pull something like that off, right?
You can decide for yourself but history suggests that statement is wrong. Take for example, the last time I ran a mile. I would say it was my senior year in high school and I was required to run a mile around the school track. I got around twice and began to feel nauseous. I couldn't run the entire thing.
I have countless examples of almost passing out while exercising. It even happened a few times after walking up my hill to my old home from the park or metro with my kids in the stroller. Lately, I have been getting up on Monday mornings and exercising with my friend Ali. Ali is eight months pregnant, but a pilates instructor and avid exercisor so she knows what she is doing and is quite fit. Every time we run on the treadmill, I have gotten to the point of almost passing out. And this isn't just that nauseous feeling. When I am about to pass out my ears start to ring, then I almost lose my hearing altogether. Everything sounds like it is coming from inside a deep tunnel. I don't usually stop until my vision starts to blacken. At this point, I stumble off the treadmill and find the nearest chair, where I promptly sit and drop my head between my knees. It takes a minute or two and then I regain my composure. The rest of the day I have a headache.
The second or third time this happened, Ali suggested I am missing key nutrients like iron or other vitamins...I have always been anemic. I like to think this is the problem because the alternative would be that I am seriously out of shape. Truthfully, I am not in shape, but I hate to think that I can't handle a treadmill for a few minutes without falling apart.
I am weak and, more than owning some deliriously amazing shoes or a camera so I can finally stop using my phone, I would like to be strong and resilient. I want stamina and endurance. And I wouldn't mind a bikini body either.
Maybe I shouldn't be blogging about this since my track record of going through with things that require a lot of motivation isn't great, but I think I want to run a 5k? Anyone want to join me?
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