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To run or not to run?

not sure why I said yes....

My neighbour, Linda, came to me last week and asked if I would like to run 5k with her in the Trillium Run. I am not sure why, but I said sure. Ugggh. I am not a runner, never have been and have to say, not very good at it! I workout, and I do own Vmax Fitness... but working out is something of a necessity rather than for enjoyment for me, I get the job done.

So, Gus and I began practicing for our first attempt at a "run". We started with a 1km run /bike ride. That went seemingly well. Then I did the same 1k with wee Rocco on a humid day... i ended up dragging Rocco for part of the way. Upon arrival back at home he promptly plopped himself flat out on the kitchen floor.

Gus, Linda & I set out to run 2 minutes, walk 1 minute for our next "5K" run.  (I think it actually was closer to 3.5 - 4K.. but let's not get too picky!) This adventure proved to be too much for the 8 year old... god forbid he give up his Sunday evening to spend running with a couple of old girls. He did eventually cross that proverbial finishing line though, not withstanding the constant drone of "ohhhh", "I have a cramp", "My shoe lace is untied"... but alas, I may have attempted the same tactics if I could have gotten away with it.

The last 5km practice before the big day was somewhat of a success. It was in fact a true 5km, we (Gus & I) did finish. We did not whine, cry or complain... well, the complaining was on an equal level for both Gus and myself, therefore, it does not count. We started off walking 1 minute, running 2, but I have to say by the end it was more of a run for as long as we could, meaning before we passed out from hyperventilating, and then walk until we recovered. But the semantics are not important here, we finished it and it was 5k. Gus was rewarded with a trip to the store for a treat/prize for his accomplishment. It was a good night, a nice way to top off a 12 hour work day!

Next... May 12th... THE REAL DEAL! and we will finish, we will run, and we will have fun!

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  1. Good blog! I get a visual of you and Gus jogging along a little further every day achieving your goal.

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