Even before I had my baby, I have had this secret crazy desire to take up running. Since the baby, it almost seems like the Holy Spirit Himself wants me to run. To write and to run. These things have been brewing in my head for quite some time now. So, I'm writing this blog. And, I'm running. Or at least, I am trying to run.
Now, I am not good running material. I have excess weight (and no, I don't mean baby weight), I have very short legs and poor posture.
But...
The one thing having a baby has done for me (aside from giving me a beautiful bundle of joy) has been to up my confidence level in certain ways. Each time I go out to run, I tell myself, "If I can handle 18 hours of labor, three hours of which were spent pushing, I can manage to run for 3 more minutes."
I have no idea what I am doing. I'm going to Fleet Feet sometime this week and try to get a good pair of running shoes. I also bought a book for beginning runners. What I have been doing so far consists of a 5 minute warm up walk, then about 10 minutes of running and walking and then a 5 minute cool down. Obviously, I have a ways to go. I'm still pushing it to make a 14 minute mile!
What I can't decide is whether or not I should set any goals upon myself. On the one hand, I like going into things with no expectations placed on myself. On the other hand, I think it is good to set goals, just realistic ones. For example, I know I'm not going to be up for the Boston marathon this month. Or this year for that matter.
What do you think? Should I spell out a running goal for myself? And how do I keep from getting worn out and frustrated when my shins hurt and my calves ache? Tell me your thoughts.
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