we're gonna do it 'til we die
The following post is a dramatization of the last hour of my life. 04:45-05:45.
I have trouble with insomnia, always have and I imagine I always will. It's not every night (thank-god), but once or twice a week my brain just wont shut off and I spend hours staring at the ceiling until the sun comes up and I finally fall asleep. This morning I was lying in bed at around half past 4 watching Survivor when the sun came up. It was all misty and cool outside, and so incredibly quiet. I was completely full of energy and all of a sudden the stars aligned and the perfect jogging moment was formed.
I haven't been running for months and before that it was sporadic at best, I am by no means anywhere within the vicinity of fit, but I have always dreamed of it. I've never been a runner but I've wanted to be one for as long as I can remember. Every time I've tried to start something always doesn't quite work. It's too hot, I don't have time, my ipod doesn't work, I don't have the right clothes/shoes etc...
But this morning. Wow. I put on my new jogging shorts (black, purple and silver; completely awesome), turned my room upside down looking for my sports watch (I had left it in the bathroom), tiptoed down the stairs and off I went. I didn't even take my ipod with me. It was only 5am, no-one was out, the silence was amazing.
I started off jogging, as I usually do, but low and behold I made it past the 1 minute mark without slowing down. Then 2, 3, 4 and next thing I know I'm running towards the bridge determined to make it there by 5. I've never made it to the bridge that quickly in my life. Then I reached the end of the path I usually take and instead of turning back I kept going. I figured if I turned left I could circle back around and run down the hill that leads home.
A couple of minutes later I realized I would have to climb that hill first. It was a bitch, I walked it though, and man it got way steeper than I thought it would at the end there. And I ended up further away from home than I thought I would. But by that stage I was really just thrilled that I found the right street (things got dicey there for a minute). It was a slight slope all the way home from there and I was able to run all the way to the end, of course once I got to the end I doubled over and almost died. Then I leaned on someones fence for a minute before hobbling the rest of the way home clutching my stomach.
All in all, it was amazing. I have never been able to run for so long in my life without needing to stop. I'm incredibly proud of myself. Now I just need to figure out how to do it again. I'm not a morning person, I never get up early, but I really want to change that. Tomorrow I'm setting my alarm for 4:45. I'd bet money on the fact that I wont get up but I really hope that I prove myself wrong.
For records sake I did the whole route in 27:05. I'm planning to keep going the same way until I get it down to 20 minutes. Then there's an extra 10 minute detour I can add on.
I have trouble with insomnia, always have and I imagine I always will. It's not every night (thank-god), but once or twice a week my brain just wont shut off and I spend hours staring at the ceiling until the sun comes up and I finally fall asleep. This morning I was lying in bed at around half past 4 watching Survivor when the sun came up. It was all misty and cool outside, and so incredibly quiet. I was completely full of energy and all of a sudden the stars aligned and the perfect jogging moment was formed.
I haven't been running for months and before that it was sporadic at best, I am by no means anywhere within the vicinity of fit, but I have always dreamed of it. I've never been a runner but I've wanted to be one for as long as I can remember. Every time I've tried to start something always doesn't quite work. It's too hot, I don't have time, my ipod doesn't work, I don't have the right clothes/shoes etc...
But this morning. Wow. I put on my new jogging shorts (black, purple and silver; completely awesome), turned my room upside down looking for my sports watch (I had left it in the bathroom), tiptoed down the stairs and off I went. I didn't even take my ipod with me. It was only 5am, no-one was out, the silence was amazing.
I started off jogging, as I usually do, but low and behold I made it past the 1 minute mark without slowing down. Then 2, 3, 4 and next thing I know I'm running towards the bridge determined to make it there by 5. I've never made it to the bridge that quickly in my life. Then I reached the end of the path I usually take and instead of turning back I kept going. I figured if I turned left I could circle back around and run down the hill that leads home.
A couple of minutes later I realized I would have to climb that hill first. It was a bitch, I walked it though, and man it got way steeper than I thought it would at the end there. And I ended up further away from home than I thought I would. But by that stage I was really just thrilled that I found the right street (things got dicey there for a minute). It was a slight slope all the way home from there and I was able to run all the way to the end, of course once I got to the end I doubled over and almost died. Then I leaned on someones fence for a minute before hobbling the rest of the way home clutching my stomach.
All in all, it was amazing. I have never been able to run for so long in my life without needing to stop. I'm incredibly proud of myself. Now I just need to figure out how to do it again. I'm not a morning person, I never get up early, but I really want to change that. Tomorrow I'm setting my alarm for 4:45. I'd bet money on the fact that I wont get up but I really hope that I prove myself wrong.
For records sake I did the whole route in 27:05. I'm planning to keep going the same way until I get it down to 20 minutes. Then there's an extra 10 minute detour I can add on.