So on an occasional p-day on my mission the missionaries would get together and play volleyball. Now, I’m not going to lie, back in the day I was quite the Tom-boy. Now I’m not saying I was ever super good at anything, but unless I’m delusional, I remember being able to hold my own ok against my brothers or the pack of neighborhood boys. Then we moved to Idaho . . . and after three months of living in a hotel and eating McDonalds nearly every day I no longer ran or jumped as well as I once did, and I was ok with that. Over the next few years I got gangly and more and more uncoordinated, and embraced my new found wussiness.
Fast forward to Canada . . . when we would play volleyball I earned the nickname of “Leadfoot Donahoo” because of my super-fast reaction times and lightning-quick footwork–or rather the lack thereof. It’s a sad commentary, but it’s true. Because of my slowness, and the aforementioned wussiness, I’ve never really taken a liking to running . . . just running, you know for no apparent reason other than your health, and blah, blah, blah. Until now! (I’m still trying to convince myself, can you tell?)
Every quarter our Bishop issues a quarterly challenge complete with a list of goals for us all to accomplish. This quarter one of the goals was for everyone to participate in the first-ever University 13th Ward 5k on September 20th. Now if I was smart, knowing my physical condition, I would have started training for this months ago. Well, I’m not so smart.
Last weekend my brother Ken was in town and staying with me. He mentioned that he wanted to go running Saturday morning and I said that with two weeks to go, maybe I should go too. Well, he was a champ and we went out and he pushed me for a mile before he let me rest and then for another mile (with a little walking in the middle of that one). He’s also put me on a training program (I’m up to two miles, no stopping, so far, with one week to go) and checks in with me nearly every day.
So, we’ll see if I can make it the full three miles next Saturday without stopping, or more importantly, without dying. If there’s one thing I embrace about trying new things, it’s buying the gear to go with it. I already bought a new running watch (I’m slightly addicted to watches), I’ll probably have to get an armband for my iPod (what, like I’m supposed to carry that thing the whole time?), and new running attire may be in order before too long.
What do you think about these for new running shoes? They are barefoot running shoes–I would offer more explanation, but I think you get the idea.