I went running yesterday.  Ugh.

Quick question: is running on Tuesday supposed to hurt on Wednesday?  Maybe I was doing something wrong like not getting up on my toes or wearing the wrong shoes or running in the first place.  Whatever it was, my calves feel like aching cinder blocks, and I just caught my breath for the first time a couple minutes ago.

Considering that I have not tried to run athletically since P.E., I probably should have expected the pain, agony, and pitying looks from passersby.  It didn’t make it any easier, though.  For the sake of physical fitness, people will do strange things.  I will, apparently, do stupid things.

I ran my mile in about 16 minutes, although to be honest I wasn’t running the whole time.  I ran for a bit, started losing feeling in my hands, walked slowly for awhile, then ran the rest of the way home.  It was a moral victory if nothing else.

If I am to continue this exercise agony much longer (and despite better judgment, that is the plan), then I am going to need some questions answered:

• What are you supposed to do with your keys?  I held them in my hand the whole time.
• What happens if you get tired?  I wheezed in a park for five minutes with my head between my knees.
• What is the point?  I got halfway and realized that I have to run all the way back home.  What is up with that?
• What do you wear?  I looked like I was shoplifting layers of t-shirts from Foot Locker.
• Can you run without an iPod? I was, but something didn’t feel right.
• Is it against the rules of running to have someone pick you up when you get tired?  I hope not.

Uh-oh, there go the hands agai…