I got back into the weight dropping groove on Sunday with a 45 minute walk. On Monday and Tuesday, I got back into the gym and back onto the treadmill. My body has actually been craving running. Today my plan was just to do some hill climbing on the treadmill but as soon as I got to the gym my body rang, "Nope! We want to run and we want to run hard."
On most occasions this would be great news, but I reminded my body, "Look. I'm thrilled you wanna run hard, but we've done almost no running in the last 5 weeks, so I think we should work our way up lest we injure ourselves."
Body replied back, "Duly noted."
I got on the treadmill, and walked for 5 minutes, then started a nice jog. After 10 minutes, the body rang again, "Okay, this is lame. We want to run hard.We want to feel the oxygen pumping through our lungs. We want to fee like we are going somewhere. We're gonna run hard so you can join us or not."
Then before I knew it, my finger was pressing the speed button upping my velocity. Now, I was seriously hoofing it. Arms were pumping. Legs were galloping. Sweat was streaming down my face. I continued this pace for 20 minutes.
I slowed down and walked for 5 minutes thinking I was done, but no. No, the body wanted more and we ran hard again for another 20 minutes. I don't know where all the energy came from. It felt like I got a shot of the Forrest Gump run bug. But no matter, when I left the gym, I had that runner's high, that high you can only get when you have pushed your body to its full capability. I love that high. It reminds me of the magnificence of my body.
