now i get it

This morning I awoke at 5:45am because I am an idiot.

My sister is a runner. She’s done a couple marathons. Not halves, like losers do, but full marathons. When she moved into my neighborhood, I kicked around the idea of running with her. Lucky for me, she had fallen out of practice with the move, and was interested in short runs again. She also lamented a couple times about not getting back to it yet, so I figured I’d be a good brother, and get her started again by volunteering to go with her.

I just finished reading Don Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years which talks about kicking off your life’s “better story” with “inciting incidents”. This was mine. If I do it with Page, I may actually stick to it.

So we ran. I know enough people who run to have heard about all the little things that go with it. I can say that, after my 1.5 mile run this morning, it all makes sense.

About 200 yards in I began to beg Jesus for my second wind. Shortly there after, maybe around the quarter mile mark, I felt my nipples begin to chafe. Once we hit a mile, I started to feel a little better. My shoes felt more comfortable as my toe nails fell out. And then I crapped my pants.

So really, I think I covered the gamut of what runners experience. I certainly see now why they enjoy it so much. I never got the “runner’s high” but I imagine that comes once I lose feeling in my hamstrings. Lord knows that hasn’t happened yet.

All in all, I’d consider it a success. I did survive. I spent the rest of the morning bored from being up too early. Even after showering I was sweaty, so that was fun. Nothing like wiping your brow in between bites of cereal. Will i do it again? Well, Page has said we should try again on Wednesday. We’ll see.