For months I have said how much I hate running but then I came down with this chest cold and it's killing me each day I'm not running. Someone smart (my mom) once told me that if I hate something, then I hate something. Does that makes sense? I ran today and felt like I was going to die afterwards. If I'm not better by Wednesday, it's back to Urgent Care I go. BLAH.
When I was a child, my parents tried to get me to be athletic. My mom enrolled me into soccer where I embarrassed her by skipping down the field. Obviously, soccer wasn't my thing. Then she made me sign up for t-ball. I would be out in the outfield day dreaming away missing the pop flies. When I was in the sixth grade I decided that I wanted to hang out with my friends more which meant I had to try out for volleyball and basketball. Big fails considering I was the tallest girl in my class. I've always been a failure at athletics. I have to give my mom props. She came to my games and I'm sure she painfully watched as I skipped along or daydreamed in the outfield. I do know she was really proud of my flute playing abilities. She would tell everyone that I was bound to be a marching Huskers (to her dismay, I did not want to try out for the Husker Marching Band nor did I when I went to the University of Nebraska).
Last spring, movitvated by my friend Jen who wanted to run a 5k by her 35th birthday, I decided to give something a try I never thought I could do or enjoy -- running. So we followed the Couch to 5K program and in 12 weeks we were running a 5k. Jen and the gang went onto run a 10k but I twisted my ankle on the river trail and my doctor told me to walk instead -- so I spent two months walking four days a week along the Deschutes River Trail. A month ago, I started back up but now I have this nasty chest cold and I'm so mad. I want to run the Mash Potato Run in a few weeks. ARGH! You're not supposed to run when you have a chest cold. ( photo courtesy of Jen Floyd)
I'd like to think my mom is proud of my running. I'm not too sure she'd be too proud of my roller derby days though.