For some people, the word running makes them want to scream so loud that they're out of breath enough to seem as if they have actually just ran. For me, I used to be the exact same- any mention of running and I'd try and find a way to back out or, if I can't get out of it, I'd go at the slowest pace possible. When it comes down to athletics, I've never been a running type of gal. I've always leaned towards the jumping and throwing activities.
The other day, however, that all changed. I was coming back home in the car and the weather was just absolutely gorgeous, the type of weather where the sun hits you just right and sets everything in a golden glow, the type of weather where filters for selfies aren't needed because the brightness automatically corrects everything, the type of weather which makes me want to pack up my bags and move somewhere sunny because I fall in love with the heat and the type of weather where -believe it or not- makes me want to go on a run.
Yes that's right
A run
A run
Y'know that thing where you move your legs faster than normal and wear too much lycra and look like a dog because you're so god damn out of shape you're literally panting for breath? Yes, I went on one of those. It wasn't easy but it wasn't particularly hard either. To be perfectly fair, for my very very very first run I didn't run all the way because it's perfectly acceptable to stop and walk for a bit whilst that pesky stitch goes away or you catch your breath back. It's all okay. You don't need to worry about people seeing you or if you can't run all the way or even if you give up and walk back, you know why? Because you're winning. You are beating all of them people who are stuck at home watching old episodes on repeat who are contemplating eating more food, because you gave it your very best effort.
-Update: I didn't warm up properly and have pulled a muscle in my leg and can't run for about a week now so make sure to always warm up as best as possible.
