It’s been like waiting for Christmas waiting for Day 2. Could I still run? Was the first day a fluke?
Today is day 2. Sports bra bought, thighs clad in Lycra I was ready at 8 this morning. Sofa moved, cat fed and the app started.
Oh good grief. The cat thinks I am chasing him away from his food. We have a game of me running towards him, he grabs a bite and runs out the door, I run back and he runs back to his bowl. This continues till he realizes I am not chasing him. he then thinks he is supposed to chase me. Ok so I have a running buddy. I can work with this.
My route takes me to the back door which today was open. To say I am doing this gradually is an understatement lol. At each turn by the back door, I have the urge each time to leap out the back door and run. And keep on running. I have flashes of Forest Gump in my head where he just keeps running. But I am not confident I would make it to the garden gate so I complete my turn and keep with my lounge/hall route.
Matey chops finally tell me I have done really well and to cool down. he congratulates me on running for a total of 8 minutes. It feels a tiny bit condescending. But then I realize I have run more this week than I have in many years. That I am lapping the old me. This new me is looking forward to Day 3.
But not looking forward to the sports bra. Yes, I have found one that actually keeps these beauties from moving but what sheer hell it is to put on and off. There was a moment I considered just living it from now on. Then I was trying to work out which friend I would have to call on to help me out of it as no child should ever see their mother stuck in a sports bra.