The other day I did something that may prove to be stupid, and is certainly some level of crazy. I signed up to run the Vermont City Marathon. :smack:
I haven’t really exercised in about seven years. I am in horrible shape. I’m probably still in the average weight range, but the ratio of fat to muscle has increased dramatically, I would say. Yesterday I went for my first run to get into shape, and holy shit I thought I was going to die.
I ran, and ran, and ran. My lungs were on fire, my legs would barely move, and my heart was pumping like some sort of automated pumping machine. I had to avoid being eaten by some sort of mongrel, mutant crossbreed of a bear and a warthog some woman(?) decided to take for a walk. The ice on the sidewalk was so thick that I’m fairly certain I passed out for a brief period of time from lack of oxygen. (Thankfully the bear-hog was far behind me by this point.) And despite being below freezing, several pools of water decided the laws of physics and thermodynamics just didn’t apply to them, and thought that my shoes would function better if socking wet. I appreciated their concern, but I think they might have been a little off the mark. Only ten cars hit me, so I suppose that’s a plus. I mean, anything less than a baker’s dozen is a good day, eh?
So fifteen minutes later when I got home from the run I promptly collapsed on my bed and realized what a horrible, horrible mistake I had made.
(Seriously, I don’t think I even ran a whole mile in those fifteen minutes, which is odd cause I’m pretty sure I can walk a mile in fifteen minutes… )