I used to run. Kinda.
I ran anywhere from 3-8 miles 3 times a week. I never loved it, and once I got used to it, I didn’t hate it. I suppose that is why I quit doing it. Things like hiking and lifting seemed like more fun.
This weekend, I got sucked into running a 5K. I’ve never run in an organized event/race. I was a bit nervous and had no idea what to expect. I didn’t do any training other than my normal workout of yoga, lifting, and periodic sprints.
The high temp of the day was 23 degrees, and the low was 3 degrees. It was cold. My outfit consisted of toe socks, Vibrams, leggings, long sleeve wool shirt, zip up fleece, and zip up fleece vest. I didn’t have gloves and I definitely should have worn 2 pairs of socks and 2 pairs of leggings. My toes and fingers both were entirely numb.
Regardless, I finished. And I finished in 31:02 (official time). Which for my slow self, I’m pretty proud of.
It wasn’t the most awesome experience ever. My hip flexors and my calves definitely don’t like me, and I don’t plan on doing another one anytime soon. However, I enjoyed mixing it up. I’m proud of myself for doing something new, and I’m happy I did it.