The Greatest Journeys All Start Somewhere

In case you forgot, I hate running.

However, for some reason I have decided that it would be a good idea to register for my very first 5k run and the time is ticking until race day (a little less than two months away!).

One small step…

Every journey – no matter how grand or how miniscule – begins by taking action. It is impossible to reach your goals if you don’t take action; if you don’t keep pushing yourself onward and upward.

Today I took action.

Now, before you start thinking all crazy I have to admit that I did not run. Not one bit.

But I did take that first small step towards that 5k and I walked (okay, some of you might say I lollygagged) on the elliptical for a total of 35 minutes and covered 2.5 miles Yeah, yeah…I know that a 14 minute per mile pace is laughable for a lot of people but considering that I am accustomed to moving 0.0 (you read that in your Dean Wormer voice, didn’t you?) miles, I am proud of the accomplishment.

And you know what?

I actually liked it!

It’s true. When the “cool down” was over, I felt fantastic – other than the fact that my legs felt a little wobbly – and I had to go admire the sweaty mess that I was in the bathroom mirror.

Am I the only one that looks at a sweat-soaked t-shirt and gives myself the manly head nod?

That sweat is a flashing neon sign to the world that I just did something manly. So what if I am the only one to see it, and it was the result of a measly 35 minute stroll on the elliptical machine.

It might seem like something small and inconsequential, but there is an extremely brave message to be gleaned from that sweaty t-shirt.

I took action!

What Have I Done?

The morning of March 30, 2013 will now and forever be known as the day that I signed up for my very first 5k run.

Zoinks!

That might not seem like such a big deal, but once you’ve read our story you will understand that this is quite a step for me personally.

No more excuses

Blindly throwing oneself to the wolves might not be an approach that works for everyone – heck, it might not even be an approach that works for me – but the time has come to eliminate the excuses and get my ass in gear.

And what better way to do that than the impending doom of race day?!?

Having a date circled on the calendar, one where I have already made a financial commitment to race, will either serve as the motivation I need or will lead me to curl up in the fetal position and whimper for days on end.

You know what’s really scary? I hate running!

No, seriously.

I despise it.

Walking is tolerable, but running is just pure evil. I’ve never enjoyed it, and I am convinced that I never will. However, I am willing to give it a try and see if it will ever come close to becoming the passion that it has for my wife (if you’re the betting type, me curling up in the fetal position and whimpering is laying 2:1 odds).

Extra cheese

Speaking of my wife, her birthday is coming up in about two weeks and one of the things that she asked for as a gift was to be registered for the 5k race that I mentioned earlier.

After scratching my head in bewilderment as to why anyone in their right mind would want to get something like that as a birthday gift, I knew it was something that she wanted to do and therefore, against everything I believe to be right, I registered her for the race as one of her birthday gifts.

Then it hit me…

I had an opportunity to not only get her what she asked for, but also to do something that she is always asking me to do – get out there and run (or walk) with her!

Super cheesy? You betcha!

But I know that she will love it, or at least she better because I hate running!

By the way, I haven’t mentioned this site to her yet – and won’t until her birthday since I just shared one of her gifts – but hopefully both of us will look back at this first post as the beginning of a husband and wife that enjoy running together…running spouses!