Sunday, May 18, 2008
Who am I?
Just one Mother's Day ago, if I had opened a gift that contained...
A Nike ipod thingy
A wrist band deal for my ipod thingy...
I would have looked up from my gift and said...
"This must be for your other mother."
I might have even cried and thrown my gift bag at Aaron and said, "Is this some sort of sick joke?"
Knowing Aaron, it would have been a sick joke. Then, he would have brought out my real mother's day gift.
Not this year.
When I opened up my cute little gift bag and pulled out those two items...wow...I was beaming with joy. The contents of that little orange bag made a years worth of taking kids to the bathroom right when the waiter hands me my long-awaited tacos all worth it.
Who would have EVER in a million years thought that I would have EVER gotten excited about getting some running gear?
I LOVE my neat, white, Nike chip do-dad that clicks into my ipod.
It tells me how fast I'm running.
It tells me how long I've run.
It TALKS to me over my awesome running music.
Thankfully most people sit down to read blogs, because you need to be in the sitting position to hear something of this magnitude...
I, Heather Hendrick ran 3 MILES on Friday...running for a total of 32 minutes...never stopping...and I didn't die...as a matter of fact, I loved it and wanted to keep on running, but Hayden needed me to get a bug net out of the car for him, so I stopped running and made my son happy.
The lady on the Nike Ipod said, "Congratulations, you just ran your longest run ever" I screamed, out loud, unconcerned about what the other moms at the park would think..."I know! Who am I?"
I mentally high fived Nike voice lady.
The other reason why I love this new Nike gadget is because it told me what my doof-wad problem was.
Want to know why I wasn't getting any better at running?
Want to know why I could only run 12-15 minutes and then almost throw up and die?
Because I was running about an 8 minute mile.
What is wrong with me?
Everyone kept saying, "I don't understand, Heather. If you run three times a week, this faithfully, you should be getting better."
That's because I was sprinting...not jogging...
Now that I'm jogging, staying at a 10 minute mile, I feel like Forest Gump.
It's mind boggling to me.
32 minutes of running
Who's ready to buy some running shoes?
If I can do this ANYONE can.
Remember...I'm the girl that could tell no less than 50 funny stories about all the ways I got out of doing any sort of physical activity in school.
Maybe I should write some of those out this week.
If I would have spent as much time at school learning things as I spent creating ways to get around the P.E. system, I would be a stinkin' genius right now.