Running in the rain, what a glorious feeling, I'm happy again...
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: Last night, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed running.
Enjoyed, was filled with joy because of, took joy in.....running? I
hate running. It's easy to hate running when you're on the verge of
your lungs collapsing, you've got an aching stitch in your side, and
your 195 heart rate has caused you to see spots, not to mention
everything is jiggling and bouncing (sorry for the illusion). Trust me,
I've hated running.
Last night, I had to jump rope until I
reached 500 calories to complete a "challenge" at the gym. When I first
joined the gym, I would jump the rope maybe 25 times and have to stop
because my heart rate had skyrocketed. Last night I would jump for a
minute straight and look down to see my heart rate had only reached 170
or 175. I'm VERY happy that I have conditioned myself and am actually
more "fit" now, but it did take me a little bit longer than it would
have originally to reach 500 calories!
That being said, after my
jumping rope, Jenn and I went out to run, but it was pouring down rain.
Instead of yogging (jogging) we picked up the pace because we wanted to
avoid being drenched and I had an absolute blast. I felt like a child
again, like a little kid playing with friends. It seemed effortless,
refreshing, and amazing. For
the first time in my life, I had a glimpse into why people even like to
run in the first place. Big step for me. Maybe one day I'll run?
Conclusion: I should go run everytime it rains.