Friday, May 3, 2013
In my enthusiasm to blog, I didn't even think about doing my spin today. Not my finest.
Gretchen threw "bucket list" up there. Hmmm.
I don't have a bucket list. Not kidding. I'm not saying I live in the moment or anything. I'm a planner. I just don't have this magical list of stuff I want to get done before I meet my maker. No trips to Europe, or mountain climbing. I don't care if I meet someone famous, or finish War and Peace. If that stuff were to come along, I would do it willingly (most likely), but I'm not setting out to do it.
Which kind of brings up something I've been up to lately (for those that lost me for this past year). I took up running. It started as a random occurrence. I ran a charity 5K for my niece and thoroughly embarrassed myself. Yes, thoroughly. Finished one before last, and the last guy was almost a million years old. I had to run to redeem myself, to prove that I was not going to be one of those people who was an athlete who let middle age and the rest of life get the best of them. I got an app (of course there's an app for that, silly me). PB bought me new running shoes (because if anything besides shame was going to get me to run it was throwing money away on shoes I didn't use. I now HAD to use them.) It began. A co-worker heard about it and invited me to a race at Halloween. It was fun to have that little bit of time outside of work together. We didn't run the race together, we just showed up together and she was waiting at the finish line to cheer me through. This time I finished middle of the pack.
People began encouraging me by telling me how excited they were for me. Who gets excited to hear about someone else exercising? Who knows... I kept going. I ran the Cleveland Turkey Trot (with all the half drunk college kids home for the weekend). It was a beautiful day and I had FUN. PB and the boys cheered me on and I didn't feel like I was going to die.
My old college roommate and I decided to do the Princess half marathon at Disney together next year. So I keep going. Three times a week I put on my running shoes and hit the pavement. I'm enjoying it, mostly. Not all the time. It sucked to run in 35 degree weather. It sucked to run through pelting hail, but I have to run when I have time. Am I proud when someone sees me on the road on a miserable day and tells me I'm crazy? A little. Being honest, during most runs I'm not enjoying myself. But when I get home and I look at the miles I logged, it get that little "squee" moment. When I run right past a place that I used to turn around huffing and puffing last fall and know that I'm not even half through my run? That makes me happy.
Bring it all back around. I can't tell you how many people have asked me if I'm doing this because a marathon is on my bucket list. They're shocked when I tell them no. I have a lot of reasons for running now (be a good example to my kids, stay healthy, get outside more, I could keep going). A bucket list is not one of them. When I'm staring at the end, I don't want to think of some list I didn't accomplish, and all the "what ifs". I don't want to go screaming to the end trying to cram it all in. What I do want is to be able to sit down and look at everything I did get to do, to try to learn and appreciate the opportunities I took when I had the chance. Just a different perspective, I guess.
But now, put Gretchen on your to do and go read the other spinners.