I went for my first outdoor run of the year yesterday. The first one never fails to shock me. I forget how easy the treadmill makes running with it’s steady pace and levelness. Then I go outside and my body is all “WTF Sharon”. For the record I have the worst running route ever — there’s a slow, seemingly never ending incline at both the beginning and end and it completely sucks.
In retrospect, yesterday wasn’t the best day to start outdoor running because my legs were sore from the previous day’s squat session. About 20 minutes into the run it felt like I was trying to propel myself forward with cement blocks.
That’s the other bad thing about running outside. On a treadmill you always are where you are – in my case, my basement, only seconds away from my fridge, water and a 911 call. When you run outside you’re running AWAY from where you live and every step you take away from your house means a step you will have to take to make your way back. I’m pretty sure that’s what Einstein meant when he came up with the theory of relativity.
At any rate, although I felt like crap it turned out it wasn’t as bad as I thought which is good since I have a 10 k race to run in less then a month. Know what else is good? The race ends at a yacht club where a few of my friends have boats. I’m pretty sure they’ll invite me over for a beer and some sailing after the race is done. Right? Right?