I reside within an extra sensitive to pain body. The slightest cramp or muscle ache will send me reeling into minor meltdowns and hissy fits usually. If I stub my toe, I pout for five times longer after the pain subsides. I get extra frustrated when something “hurts” and won’t stop “hurting.” I suppose this makes me more of a wimp than sensitive, but I would like to believe it is out of my own physical and mental control.
This would lead one to question why the hell I have started running. First, I loathe running. It is boring and the only person I am racing is my slow ass up the hill because everyone else beat me to the point. Second, it makes my ankle hurt (reoccuring theme: now!). If my ankle begins to hurt, you can cue in leg, calf, arch, face, nose, ears, eyeballs, etc. The list elongates as my stride shortens. Third, I have no one to chat with because a.) everyone is faster as aforementioned and b.) I cannot pace my breathing well enough at this stage to even try to talk between heeeeehuuuuheeeeehuuuuuh. And what is with this breathe in the nose and out the mouth detail? I cannot do this. I am either a life-long mouth breather or, as I believe, it hurts. And feels funny. And it’s kinda cold. This is May. There should be no reason for my nostrils to feel cold inside. Also, lastly, I do not think I have mentioned this yet, but, it hurts.
And while most people would be turned off by such complaints, I fear I must divulge that I have a dark, masochistic side that is pretty much envious of my sister’s little ankles. Those ankles don’t look like they hurt ever. So, I will run (and sometimes power walk – which also is ridiculous looking), in the hopes of attaining little ankles. I do not have large ankles, per se, but I would like size 2 pants ankles. If that makes sense, congratulations.
Anyway, I plan to update my mileage each week. It might make me want to run some more. Or, if it’s anything like Contracts, I will plain old want to avoid it. We shall see.