After a co-worker mentioned yesterday that the weather this weekend would be great for a run, I told myself: “I gotta do it. Now or never.”
Inertia is strong within me. Unless I need to use the restroom or my stomach yells to me that it needs food, I can sit in one spot and just stay there for hours. So, motivating myself to go for a run… outside… in the summer… with full hijab gear on? First of all, WHY? Second of all, HOW?
But I know myself. If I don’t exercise regularly, the 10 pounds I lost recently will be back like that irritating friend who knows no boundaries. But more than that, getting regular exercise is as important as getting a good night’s sleep (both of which I need to prioritize, except the former is more in my control). Unless you’re a farmer milking dem cows, we all need to be exercising. It’s a hard lesson I had to learn… and apparently, keep on learning year after year :)
Beyond just exercising, I wanted to do something that could be my thing. I discovered that in running earlier this year. But then when Ramadan came, my old “friend” inertia got the better of me again.
It’s been two months since I’ve ran outside. I don’t know if I will be witnessing under 80 degree weather again until September. So I knew if I didn’t do that run this weekend, it would probably go up to four months since my last run. I didn’t want to undo what I had built up to in just a few short months. It’s very easy to undo hard work, as we all know. Those $100+ purple Brooks I got for my birthday are going to be used until they can take no more miles, dammit!
By the time I went out, it was already 10 AM. I saw a bunch of shirtless college-age men. A part of me was like, “Really? REALLY?” Then I thought, “No. It’s not just me. It’s legit hot.”
But I did it. I ran.
While I didn’t beat my record pace (and that too probably because I was running with the cows), I did run a longer distance than ever before: 4 miles, in less than 45 minutes! Considering that I’m still a newb, haven’t ran in two months, and am covered from head-to-toe IN THE SUMMER (that new sport hijab I got is better than what I had been using before, but let’s face it: wearing a headscarf in the summer is still wearing a headscarf in the summer), that’s actually pretty awesome! Yay, I can still be a runner! God-willing, it’s not just a phase! :)
My head is still pounding and my feet are still ringing. But I did it!
I don’t feel bad about eating that cake last night at all. Not a bit.