This past monday, on the hottest day of the year thus far (28 degrees Celcius, 82 degrees Farenheit) I decided it was time to bite the bullet and go for my first run of the season.  I knew it was going to be “fugly” but I also knew I had to get it out of the way before I let too much more time pass.

Why I would choose a day that was hotter than the hubs of hell to conquer this feat is far beyond my ability to comprehend but what I can tell you is that I knew all day I did not want to be cooped up in a gym doing zumba when I could be outside absorbing some much needed Vitamin D and nearly getting hit by cars (True story.  Almost died twice).

And so I got home from work, scarfed down a cob of corn(because as you know I am a corn FIEND in the spring/summer!), threw on my running clothes (which have not seen the light of day since LAST SEPTEMBER!) and set out for a run.

The good news is, I didn’t die But that being said, I’m almost positive I wasn’t too far off from meeting my maker

I will say that this year’s kickoff run was MUCH better than last year’s and I was pleasantly surprised by the very small amount of running endurance that  I did have…but knowing that I ran a half marathon non-stop last year, my small amount of endurance was less than comforting at the time.

This morning when I set out for a 5km run (which was really a combination of running AND walking don’t be fooled) I was hopeful for a better performance because it was MUCH cooler outside and there were far fewer cars out to attempt to kill me but NO!  Death was definitely near

With each stride I took I jokingly sang a song by a band called “Moxy Fruvous” named “King of Spain” and if you listen to the lyrcis you can see how I related that to my current situation

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_Aq-Vo4QZ0

I had a choice to make.

I could be disappointed with myself for not having the endurance I had months ago (which I willingly gave up at the end of last season I might add) or I could once again accept the challenge of getting my running endurance back to where I knew it could be.

And though the first few weeks will be gruelling, the payoff is more than worth it.

Challenge accepted.

7 months ago I conquered running a half marathon with no walking breaks required.

Now I eat humble pie.