When I came home from a run last week, my three year old was delighted. “Mom , I can see your toes” he squealed, followed by “You should throw those socks in the garbage”. He was right staring up at me was a nicely painted big toenail. It had gone right through my socks. My regular socks (new girly pink ones from Walmart — yes I am penny pinching these days and shopping at Walmart).
Not one to quickly learn a lesson, I went off for my longest run/walk to date on Tuesday and picked up another running tip: don’t wear lace underwear! It chafes. Now understand that I only own about 2 pair of underwear with any kind of lace, but for some reason they were on today
Ahhh… what’s the etiquette for adjusting your underwear while running? How uncomfortable do you have to get before it’s ok to adjust?
I was left with the obvious conclusion: there’s a reason they make sporting equipment and it’s not simply so people look good or so that they have an excuse to do more shopping. At some point, you just need to get practical with the basics: socks, underwear and sports bras.
I have yet to tackle the latter and have opted for a layering system. One thing at a time.
The weirdest thing happened on my run/walk session on Wednesday. I had just finished my 5 minute walk warm up and hadn’t run for 2 blocks, when I started thinking: this is fun; I’m so glad I’m out here; running makes me feel like I’m doing exercize (vs walking which makes me feel like I’m doing fat suburban mom exercize).
As soon as these thoughts popped into my head, I realized that I was enjoying running. For anyone who runs, this might come as a strange statement, but not for me. I’ve been running on and off for 6 years. Yes, 6 years!! I’ve taken the learn to run (0-5km) class more times that I care to remember and for the most part and hate every minute of it. It’s hard; I feel slow; I want to be at home eating potato chips rather than out there showing my legs to the world in a pair of shorts.
I’ve finally crossed into the camp of people who enjoy running. After and during my run I spent some time thinking about what circumstances had lead me to such an enjoyable run. First: it had been a long day (unhappy teething baby!) and I was grouchy about not having done anything, it felt good to have fit in my exercize; it felt good not to have screaming baby in my arms; it was in the evening and quiet; the path was covered in hard snow which made it easy on my body to keep running (I normally would have walked much more of the 5km); I didn’t have my ipod (perhaps it helped to simply have an hours of tranquility); I was wearing running gear (this again might sound odd, but I tend to go out it left over college t-shirts and sweat pants, but for winter running warmer clothes are required and I bought winter running pants & a jacket; the outfit contributes to me not feeling like a blob).
I know that one day does not make me an olympic runner, but one day of enjoying running makes it much easier to have another day of running.