Monday, June 15, 2009
3 Down, 497 To Go . . .
I finally got my sweet, sweet running shoes (thanks to a very kind birthday gift from Mom and Dad Terry) this evening.
I was going to get them on Saturday when I got my card from Mom and Dad Terry but we had company and I figured that was rude.
The store is closed on Sundays.
Monday was the best I can do (and who doesn't want something to be excited about on a Monday) so I went through my day and then stopped by the running store today on my way home from work. I could not wait, literally, to get home and to strap them on. Joy joked that she was surprised I didn't leave my car at the store and run home but, all kidding aside, I haven't been this giddy to get home and check something out since a friend told me how to unscramble pay-per-view porn as a high school student - but that's a very different story for a very different time so . . . back to the running shoes.
I was greeted by Ava and Joy (who were somehow excited for me to show off my ASICS Gel Cumulus 10s and actually wanted a fashion show "I like-yuh running shoes, Daddy," prodded Ava.) and I started planning my first real run in these bad boys. I had to put them away, literally, to focus on dinner and playtime and bath time and all that. And I pulled it off.
The MINUTE Ava got in bed though (or the minute Wifey started book and rocking time, more accurately) I strapped them on and headed for the basement (I had intended to run outside but we had a thunderstorm roll on through last evening). I set up an episode of Harper's Island on the DVR. I double checked my shoe laces. I cued the treadmill for 4.7 MPH. I set the timer for 45 minutes. I stepped on. I hit start. I jogged for the next 20 straight minutes (no more of my five-minute run, five-minute walk interval training for me on this fine evening - it is time to RUN), walked (at 4.4 MPH) for five minutes and then jogged 20 more minutes at 4.8 MPH. All told I covered about 3.42 miles and likely jogged three full miles. That is the most I've ever ran or jogged in my entire life. It felt GREAT to be that sweaty, out of breathed and otherwise euphoric.
I was so elated that I had to take pictures of my own shoes (see above) to mark this momentus occasion and I started an "odometer" to track my shoe usage (you are supposed to replace your running shoes every 500 miles, I have read).
Three down. 497 to go. That's 165 days of running three miles per day. Is it weird for me to be excited for the day that I have to retire my first-ever pair of running shoes? Probably. But I'd be willing to bet it is NO more odd than the fact that I was so excited to get these shoes home tonight or that I'm already excited to run tomorrow night.