My vidence: I went for a run today.
A.
Run.
Me.
This is not something I do...ever. Sure, I've been hitting the treadmill fairly steadily with Gym as part of my regular work out (a little "Hills" walk 2 minutes, jog 3 minutes kinda workout for 20-40 minutes), but this isn't what that was.
I WANTED to go for a run. Outside. I wanted to be in the sun, with the wind blowing, and moving of my own volition, feeling the strength and ache of my legs, and arms, and lungs. So I did. I put on my "not-for-the-treadmill" shoes, walked down to Winnemac Park, and hit the high school track. I ran (read: jogged) 4 circuits, walked a half circuit, then sprinted (yes, I got my knees up!) the final half circuit.
Who am I right now?!? Even in Jr. High when I was in track, I wasn't a 'runner' - I was a 'racer'. I was part of the 4X400 relay, I did long jump and the 100 M dash.
I know people who do a bunch of different 5K races, I have a friend training for a half-marathon and a cousin who runs regularly (marathons and all) but I've never been interested in joining those folks. (A favorite quote I've picked up along my years of living is: "I only run when being chased. And even then, it's gonna depend on who's doing the chasing.")
So what does this mean? What other changes do I have to look forward to? (I have recently lost some of my 'morning person' abilities, which has made my productivity drop, but I'm hoping that's a temporary, PMS-induced issue.)
Will I now stop buying in bulk? Will I start a daily make-up routine? Will I begin making my bed every morning upon waking up? Oh, the changes we will see...