NaBloMyMind

I can never get in the groove and settle in, even though I want to, with what Bubbles has to offer because week after week she always comes up with something new to "challenge" me with. y a y . I can not believe how many ways there are to do a frigging sit up. When it came to running I thought that we, Bubbles, me, lefty, righty, top jelly roll, and bottom jelly roll, all had an understanding. And that understanding went like this "Me and my big boobs, and my excess belly poundage want to do something that appears, for all intensive purposes, to be running. We are not concerned with speed, only with appearances. If we appear to be running and we appear to have a decent form (we do not want to look like a waddling wing flapping penguin) and at the end of such "runs" face is satisfactorily red and sweaty then we are good. Our expectations have been met. And not only are we good, but we are so extremely satisfied that we can do this form of molasses type running forever and never ever once ever want anything more out of our weekly running sessions than just the ability to look like we are running no matter how much faster than our run we can actually walk." Desire to run fast-zero, happiness at running at all-infinite.

But then one day towards the end of a good solid slo mo just the way I like it run Bubbles says to me in her insufferably cheerful way "Hey, let's run as fast as we can to the door in the fence over there, ready go!" and I fear I know exactly what she has on her mind. She is planning on trying to make me, lefty, righty, top jelly roll, and bottom jelly roll, all run faster than really really slow! But I go ahead and run to the fence anyway because I just can't admit that I can't do something. Somewhere in the back of my head the panicked screaming begins. And then she does this whole "run just this far as fast as you can" thing one more time on our last lap around the track. And then when we are stretching afterwards I ask her what kind of new torture she is going to subject me to, because I can see right through her very thinly veiled run quick test, and she begins to tell me how amazingly wonderful it is for your body to interval train and how I'll burn more calories during and after and how my heart will benefit and then she had more to say but I just kind of made her voice into white noise because I was busy trying process the fact that I would now be "sprinting" during my weekly turtle runs.

And yesterday I did just that. We get to the track and I in my sad defeated "I am not going to get my slow comfortable way" way asked Bubbles what she had in mind and she told me we were going to run 1/4 of the track as fast as I could and then speed walk the rest of the 3/4 way around and then run the same 1/4 over and over like that. So I did just that- for three miles. Each time around as we approached the garbage can which signaled the end of the sprint section, the garbage can seemed to stretch farther and farther away into the distance, just like a bad dream on tv when your goal is making itself unattainable. At the end of the whole thing I didn't even speed run a mile during the whole sprinting experiment which disappoints me, because I worked so hard to be able to run for three miles, and I just can not see me ever running faster than incredibly slow for any significant distance, at least not at this weight. My plan is to tell Bubbles that running less than a total mile is not acceptable to me and that next time when we meet we'll have to run a third of the track instead of a 1/4 so that at the end even though I covered 3 miles distance I will have run for one of them. I can't believe I am letting her talk me into this.

Comments

[Laura]

you can do it!

[wordgirl]

Yay for you and running!