A Plan

Just got off the treadmill and I am reflecting on an earlier conversation I had with Chris Carey (Youth Homes employee and exercise guru). Chris asked what my plan was for training. I responded with a jolt of anxiety and answered that I had not really thought it out yet. Then promptly jumped on the treadmill (which I needed to plug in, removed toys from and actually find the power button). I then started from what I will now refer to as “ground zero.” Walking at first…feeling good, listening to tunes, watching over children in front of the electronic babysitter. I got this. I’m not THAT out of shape. I can totally do this. I mean that’s what people have been telling me. And then I attempted the run. Not bad…going at a 3.5 speed, made it through one whole song…then maybe a quick break. I just need an adjustment. Maybe a bathroom break. Then back to it! I’ll hit it strong now…up to a 4…found one of the greatest rock and roll songs of all time in the playlist, “I want you to want me” by Cheap Trick (I don’t care who you are, you have GOT to move to that one.) Then half way through the song, a small side cramp, dry lips, out of breath…AND we’re walking again. Maybe if I keep my mind off it. I start to run again. I found my imagination wondering. Now I’m fantasizing about random things…anything to keep my mind off of being in my basement on this damn contraption. First, I’m a bad ass rock star. Okay, quickly moving onto something a bit more believable. Maybe some kind of Olympic athlete in a rare and completely impossible sport to master…I am SO cool. Then onto inventing something to wear…some kind of apparatus to firmly hold things on my body I was previously and blissfully unaware that shake so I can keep my concentration on my pace. Hmmmm…a plan you say.