I really hate running. Seriously.....hate. to. run.
So a friend of mine from preschool asked several of us if we wanted to run a 5K with her in April. And this sort of goes along with #6 on my bucket list. So I couldn't really say no, could I?
I messaged her and told her that I would need an accountability partner. As in...she just might have to treat me like a child and check in on me often or I just might flake out on her.
But I've surprised myself. I've been on the treadmill 3 out of the last 4 days. I know it's nothing huge but it's a start! I still hate running though.
A few things I've learned the last few days:
* Once I finish, I'm really glad I did it
* I'm way more out of shape then I realized
* April is right around the corner (gasp)
* Running has been a big stress release for me
I have found that at the end of my jog/brisk walk combo (don't judge.....I am working my way there.....no way in the world I could just jump on and run 3 miles like that.....thank goodness for the Couch to 5K app) that I was crying like a baby. My thoughts have fully been on Jason, on that specific day, and all the emotions with that that I've managed to neatly tuck away. During my cool down time I was literally bawling. And it felt great.
Maybe this running thing isn't so bad after all.