The Birth of a Fun Run Junkie

While browsing the internet and checking for articles about running, I saw a fun run ad. It would be in three weeks time and would be held in Cabanatuan. I was just perfect, I thought. That would save me from traveling all the way to Manila just to join fun runs.  I was so excited that I decided I would enlist as soon as the classes resume.

I can’t contain my excitement with the idea of joining my first fun run. I wish to join at least one fun run a month. After all, most of the fun runs are organized for a cause. It would be nice to know that while I enjoy running, I am also able to help people. 

I still am contemplating on whether I’m ready to run 10k or should start with 5k though. I run every day except on Sundays. The longest distance I run so far is 10k. However, my body is more comfortable with 5k. When I go longer than 8k, I notice my knees and legs hurt. But of course, I always have push-yourself-to-the-limit attitude. Adding 2k would just be like adding 15 minutes in my running time.

I’ll think about it later. Besides, the fun run will be on the 14^th of January. I still have ample time to train. In a week or two, I would probably know whether I’m ready for 10k or not.

Bonus!

It’s been a month since I started running. I must admit my life has improved dramatically. Although losing weight was not my primary goal, it came as bonus. When I started running I weigh 137 pounds. This morning, I was so surprised to see the weighing scale registered at 130 pounds. I felt good. It gave me more reasons to stick to my early morning activity.

When I got to school this morning, my fellow instructors and students started noticing my weight loss. Some of them thought I got sick while some thought it was due to some love spell. I found it rather funny how these people could come up with their conclusions. But instead of explaining myself, I just thanked them. After all, I hate explaining myself. For me, it’s unnecessary. 

Running has become a personal thing for me. I always look forward to endorphin rush after each run. I can’t explain the happiness I feel every time I complete my route. I realize that although I am not a sporty-type of person, there is one sport I can be good at. 

To date, my goal is to join CabanaTakbuhan in February. I should be ready for 10k by then.

My Worn-Out Soles

I almost tripped off earlier. The soles of my worn out running shoes were removed. As my mother would put it they gave up on me. I used her running shoes instead. But after few minutes of running, it ended having the same fate with my running shoes. 

Two pairs of wrecked running shoes didn’t dishearten me though. I still have one pair of running shoes kept in a box. I was apprehensive in using it though for I didn’t want it to get worn out. After all, my running shoes were gifts from my brothers and sisters-in-law. I had to take care of it. (See, I get OC and too attached on gifts at times.)

Running with different running shoes gave me discomfort. I thought it was easier to run with my worn out Adidas. And so I decided to shorten my run today. I made a mental note though that I would bring my old shoes to the shoemaker in the neighboring to town and have it repaired.