Running and dreaming (but not TOO much)
I haven’t hiked in months. I have recently, though, started jogging around my neighborhood. I love getting out in a natural setting, and my feet take less of a beating on dirt than on asphalt. But, I had to drive to my hike-location-of-preference. Now, my jog starts roughly fifteen minutes after I roll out of bed, no car needed. Less travel time to get out means I can wake up a half-hour later, spend more time hoofing it, and get back home earlier.
Previously, I was mostly concerned with arriving back home before my hubby left for work. However, we were having trouble with our littlest one, Fiala, getting out of bed early and wreaking havoc while my husband was getting ready for work and I was out hiking.
We live in a fairly hilly location, which is unusual for Phoenix; most everywhere around here is flat. So, even though it’s on asphalt, I can still go for a challenging, scenic run, with virtually no traffic, which is almost as good as hiking. Well, actually, saying “run” is pushing it; a slow trot, alternating with fast walking. I hope to work up to a run. Right now, I’m at about a 14 minute mile, which is lame, even though I can blame some of the slowness on the hills. I can, right??
According to Map My Run (which is REALLY frustrating to get a handle on; it took me more than an hour to create a map of my little route, and that’s after I viewed the tutorials), my route is 2.79 miles with an overall 3% grade. It would have a greater grade percentage if I disincluded the flat part that starts and ends my run, but I guess that would be cheating.
I have to fight my dreams about this whole running thing, though. Well, not really. Sort of. What I mean is that I’ve been out jogging a grand total of about seven times now, and I already have lofty visions of finally completing a marathon. That’s not a BAD dream, certainly; it’s one I’ve had for years. But, I tend to count my chickens before I even have a henhouse, let alone eggs, if that makes sense. I start thinking in my head about how amazing it would be if I completed this project — any project — that I can actually start coasting on my dreams instead of actually DOING them. And, I tend to get discouraged when things don’t turn out as rosily, as rapidly as I’m dreaming.
So, like virtually everything else in my life, this is a plot to strengthen my character, as well as my physical endurance, and hopefully to lose enough fat that I don’t have to pick out my outfit by how well it hides the various bits of chub surrounding my middle section.