Running after fitness...

I've made a couple of private resolutions for the summer, but none of them included the words fitness or running.  I figured I'd given up that a while go.  It felt good knowing that I didn't run anymore.  No guilt!

But the other day, Victor mentioned wanting to get back into shape.  I nodded my head, looked at him, and thought, you, back into shape?  He's a pretty lean guy.  Regardless of this, it made me think, if he wants to do it, I know that I should want to do it too.  So I tried to want that for a few days.  But tacos and beer always seemed way more fun.  But somewhere towards the end of the weekend (Taste of Dallas probably had something to do with it), I decided that I really did want to get back into shape.  By running.

So on Sunday, off we went, me full of disclaimers and self doubt (I haven't done this in a long time, blah, blah, blah).  I decided to set the bar pretty low.  After all,  I hadn't done this in fooooreevver and it was a million degrees outside.

One mile later, I was exhausted, but I felt like a champ.  Now I've done it four times this week.  One mile is nothing, I know.  I used to run 3 miles minimum, but I'll get back there.

The whole time I'm running, my mind is racing.  "Why am I doing this???"  "I HATE THIS!"  "I"m sure I'm almost done; it feels like I've been running for forever.  What???? 1/4 mile???????  Noo!  I HATE THIS!"  "Size 2!"  "Size 2!!!!!!"   "What?  I'm done??"  "That was great!!!!!!!!!"  "I love this!!!!"  "I can't wait to do this tomorrow!"

A thing about the size 2 mantra; I'm no where near a size 2.  If size 2 were a continent, say North America; I'd be Europe.  Or Australia.  Really far.  I don't have any true ambitions to be that particular number.  But I figure, if dangling the size 2 carrot literally and figuratively gets me running, then I'm okay with hoping for it.  I'll be satisfied with a 4.

Have you done anything lately that's totally out of your comfort zone?  A new hobby, fitness, or sport? I 'd love to know.