Sore Knees Prevented

This happens each spring. I really, and truly, wish that I could be happy running. Everyone I know that runs tells me how wonderful it is to R-U-N. I just don't get it. Although, that may have something to do with the fact that I'm not a runner. I never have been. Gym class (although, we could only call it PE or we may get the wrath from our gym, ahem, PE teacher) was like torture in high school. The one mile run just about killed me. Hence the reason why I would walk instead, and thus get the worst time possible. At least now I can appreciate those people that can enjoy running.

So, this happens each spring. The snow has melted, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining. "I should go for a run," I think to myself. I google, "Beginner running a 5k." A 5k you ask...I'll get to that eventually. The response I get from the majority of websites is that I can go from couch potato (well, I can't categorize myself as this...but, I start at this site anyway) to 5k runner in no time! I read on. Apparently I can use the 5 minute brisk walk, 60 sec. run, and 90 sec. walk technique. I can do that, I think! I can do anything for a minute.

So, as happens every spring, I pull on my running shoes, pull my hat down over my ears, and plug my iPod into my ears. Lily Allen blares and makes me smile. I can do this, I think. The 5 minute walk is glorious! Then, I begin my "run". I am motivated by the fact that my run begins on the downhill part of my neighborhood - thank goodness! 60 sec. running. My legs feel like I have weights in them - I don't remember my legs ever feeling so heavy. I know that I can do this. Running and walking around my neighborhood feels refreshing.

Little kids on bikes, dads pushing trikes, flowers poking through dirt, balls bouncing on driveways, birds chirping...I can definitely appreciate the "run" through the neighborhood - even if I am only running for 60 sec.

When I reached my home, my knees immediately received the ice they deserved. I made it. I ran (and walked) for nearly half an hour. The rest of the day proved to be a success and lacked the soreness that I had expected.

We'll see what the morning brings. 5K, here I come!