Take it Slow

pru·dent/ˈpro͞odnt/
Adjective: Acting with or showing care and thought for the future.
In any relationship it it prudent to take things slow. To get to know one another. To feel each other out, ensuring that 1) you actually like who you're starting a relationship with and 2) to ensure you don't get hurt. It's prudent. So, why do we feel the need to jump in head first to the shallow end of the exercise pool? 

I got out of bed this morning at 7 with the plan to run as much of a mile as I possibly could.  I had mapped my run on Sunday, and told Eron of my plan to hold myself accountable.  I knew the route well, I had walked/jogged/driven it time and time again, I knew where the hills were and I promised myself that I'd run them.  My high school self would yell at me if I didn't.  But really, I just wanted to take it easy.  Get the feel of my legs again.  Reintroduce myself as a runner to the pavement.  Find my breath.  To be prudent with my desire to run again.  To not get injured.  I'm nearly 30, not 15.  I need to remember this and be patient as I slowly build to an undetermined distance.  3mi?  6mi?


So, the running thing.  Three times this week (and next) I'm getting up at 7am to run one mile, slow and steady.  I want my legs to remember what it's like to move and when I'm comfortable, I bump the distance up S.L.O.W.L.Y.  I'm not competing against anyone and I have no illusions of running a sub 8 min mile.  The other days this week I'll work out at home, weights, push-ups, crunches and the like.  That's the plan any way.  And now I'm accountable to you.  Super.  I'll keep you posted.