Day 1

Okay.

I said I would write after my run, so here goes. I headed out at around 1:55, and got back home at just about 2:55. However, I stopped at the entrance to my neighborhood like I usually do and walked up the hill, which took about five minutes. So I actually ran for about 50-55 minutes. Woo hoo!
So as you can see, that was a while ago. Annnnd I haven't showered yet. Gross, I know. I'll take care of that when I finish this up.

The run.
It was good! Really good, actually. I decided that I want to start training for a 5k in May, so I'm starting up by laying a base of distance for the first week or two.

For the next two weeks, I will be hooked on LSD (Long, slow, distance). :D

So.
Monday I asked my dad if it was nice out, and if I'd be okay in just a t-shirt. He said yes. He was right.
Today, I asked him the same questions. He said yes again. He was wrong. Well, maybe that's a little harsh. But when I got outside, there was a noticeable difference in the temperature from Monday. I was wearing running tights, shorts, and a short sleeve t-shirt, and for the first few minutes contemplated turning back and changing. About halfway down the hill heading out of my neighborhood, I actually did turn around for about a split second. But when I was facing the sun, and not the wind, it felt a lot better. I knew I'd be hot eventually if I put something else on. So, I braved the elements and continued on. I kept reminding myself that once I warmed up I'd be fine, but felt kind of like a wuss. When I was in high school, I ran meets in less clothes and colder weather. Surely if I could bear it then, I could bear it now. It wasn't bad at all when the wind wasn't blowing, but that was a small minority of the time. But, just like I kept telling myself, once I got going a little more, I was okay. Although, it did cause me to alter my route. I was going to run along the water, but decided against that and ran along Sandwich/Main/Court Street instead.
This whole running with the right form is coming easier and easier (if you haven't read my last entry in my other blog, check it out). It's feeling less and less forced, although I have to keep constantly checking myself. It just feels so much better. I can tell that I'm running so much more efficiently. I had to keep reminding myself that it was okay to take it easy (but, of course, that doesn't mean letting up on my form), because I'm doing long, slow, distance. My natural tendency is to run at a quicker pace, but it does feel good to just enjoy a nice, slow, relaxing run. (Some people might think me insane for using relaxing and run in the same sentence, but maybe I am ;)).
On my way back, I was feeling so good that I decided to keep going further than planned and instead of turning up Nook Road (I know these street names mean nothing to those of you who don't know Plymouth), I kept going and turned up Obery instead. It felt good that I could keep going, and felt good about it--I wasn't dying.

The only thing I don't like about running downtown are the creepy old man stares. It's almost flattering. Wait, no. It's not. It's disgusting. They would've done it to any girl running down the street. Gross.

Anywayyy...
There's my first post! The first real one, anyway. Woo! I'm not sure of the exact date on the 5k, but once I find out I'll put it up. Maybe even incorporate a countdown or something. Yeah. Okay. Bye.