As if I’m not doing enough sudden exercise what with biking daily and gymming 3 times a week (ok, I’ve only gone twice so far, but I REALLY want that Rogue bust), I’m going to start a *shudder* running regime.
I’m doing this for several reasons, primary among them being that I’m barking mad. But: see, I have this irrational desire to do triathalons. Or at least _a_ triathalon. I love biking and swimming and competing, which is 3/4ths of the necessary goods to do a triathalon. I *hate* running. I’m very bad at it. I think it’s painful and nausea-inducing. But I can’t find any biathalons that are made up of biking and swimming, so if I ever want to do this, I need to learn how to run. Also, it’s good for you. Or that’s what they tell me, anyway.
There’s also this Diabetes Association fundraiser marathon I got a thing about in the mail the other day. I cannot imagine why I would *actually* want to run a marathon, or even half a marathon, except to have accomplished it (which is why people do a lot of things), but it seems to be something I’m holding in my mind as a thing I might want to do. There’re some informational meetings about (not that particular race, but another one in Rome they do) it in September. In theory, if I follow this here learn-to-run regime, I might have a decent idea by September 8 (the first meeting) whether I think I might be able to build up the stamina to do a 13 mile run.
Well, hell, actually, even in the condition I’m *in* I’m pretty sure I could *walk* 13 miles in 7.5 hours, y’know? Anyway, it’s this very insane idea, and it may turn out I hate running too much to even think about it, or to think about triathalons, but if I start now I have all winter to train, and that’d be … well. Good. I mean, if I’m gonna win triathalons I’m clearly going to need to learn to run well enough that when I take a huge lead in the swimming/biking parts, I won’t lose it entirely in the running part. :)
So tomorrow I’m going to go for a, er, 15 minute walk. That’s the first day! It’s not my fault! And if I start tomorrow instead of today, I can have Fridays off, which seems good.
Anyway. So that’s the plan.
Tell you what, though, with all this exercise, I better wake up one of these days and find it’s become an Ideal World and that I weigh 145 pounds. O.O