I’ve been reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin and, thanks to a little inspiration from her, coupled with the possibility of playing soccer with Tobi’s team on Monday, I decided to go for a run this afternoon after work. It’s the hottest day yet here in Hamburg – we’ve finally hit 81°F and the sun is shining!
BOY am I out of shape! I haven’t run for any reason other than to catch a train or bus in years. Actually, now that I think about it, it has to have been my last year of high school. 8 years ago. Uh, yeah.
The problem is, I hate running. It’s not something I enjoy, and I only put up with it all those years ago because I at least had a ball to run after and a game to pay attention to, and it was the only way to increase my endurance.
That said, I didn’t make it very long out there.
Per Gretchen’s recommendation, I had told myself I would run for 20 minutes. That’s less than a half hour, so it doesn’t really seem that long. So I put on my gear and slathered on a layer of sunscreen, plugged in my iPod and headed out the door. I’ve heard listening to music can help people who don’t especially like running, so I figured it was worth a shot. Then I hit the street and started running. Well, to be honest, I should say jogging, because there is no way my pace could be considered running.
I jogged for what felt like it must have been at least 10 minutes, already feeling the burn. I looked down at my watch. IT HAD BEEN 4 MINUTES. Not even 1/4 of my total. But I promised myself ice cream at the end of my 20 minutes, so I kept on going. I ran aimlessly around my neighborhood, painfully aware of the stitch in my side. I did walk a bit for maybe 5 minutes total, so 15 minutes of actual running interspersed with walking isn’t too bad after 8 years.
My final destination was Eis Liebe, my favorite ice cream parlor. I treated myself to an ice cream cone – one scoop strawberry, one scoop lemon, and 100% refreshing after my inaugural jog. I sat in the sun in the park nearby and continued listening to my iPod as I enjoyed my treat and the endorphin rush I got from both the exercise and the ice cream.
Good thing I’m not running to burn calories, right?