I RAN a whole 2.3k yesterday - continuously. No stopping! 6:30 pace.
I know. I know. You're all speechless. Awesome has a name and it's Char!!
I shouldn't really be this excited. It's not like I did five 1k reps at 4:20 pace. (which I have done - a long time ago). But when even walking up a hill was pushing my heart rate up to 170, running any distance is really exciting. In fact it reminds me of my very early running days when I'd get a little rush just thinking about running (just like any new love) and I'd be smiling all day after I'd done a new distance.
These are back on my feet.
Attractive, aren't they?!! But we can't have me with an ITB issue after all the crap that my body's been through. I've even gone and ordered myself some new runners as a little reward for surviving.
Yes, I know I still have to be ever so cautious. And I know that I still have to keep my eye on my heart rate. And I know I will still be chanting 'slow, slow' for a little while to come. But I'm going to be excited and enjoy every improvement.
Runners weren't the only new shoes that I bought yesterday. I bit the bullet and went where most men fear to tread - shoe shopping. The last time I bought a pair of nice shoes (not runners) was in 1985 for my impending wedding. I still have those shoes. But white court shoes don't really go with the dresses that I've bought for the wedding. It was an eye-opening experience. I found that I have no balance. I am afraid of heights. And like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Loves Prada, I have no sense of style. Thank goodness for the heavily pregnant assistant who squatted in front of me to measure up my feet (That was a truly scary moment in the history of shopping - I thought I might have to pull out all my Vet knowledge and assist in a delivery. People and dogs are pretty similar when it comes to those kinds of things aren't they?).
How do girls walk in some of the shoes out there? It defies gravity and physics!
I ended up with these.
They're not too high. They have a slightly sturdier heel. And I should survive the wedding and reception without breaking my ankle.
I had to text my fashion guru sister about my success. And while she was happy for me, she let me know that I wasn't done yet.
Sigh! Deep breath. I'm awesome and I know it - I can do this glam thing, even if it kills me.