"You have to wonder at times what you're doing out there. Over the years, I've given myself a thousand reasons to keep running, but it always comes back to where it started. It comes down to self-satisfaction and a sense of achievement." -Steve Prefontaine

Monday, July 16, 2012

Brittany: Week 1 Day 3. I am Batman.

Late Saturday night, just after 10pm, I set out on Week 1, Day 3 of C25K. Before I get into that I want to tell you a little about Batman. My boyfriend and I have been together for about 5 1/2 years, and in that time we've only had one serious, continuing, never-settled argument. This argument has lasted for over 51/2 years. It began while we were still "just friends" and it's carried on all this time. That argument was settled Saturday night. It's official. I am Batman. I've always told him I'm Batman. He always disagrees and says he's Batman. This has been our disagreement. I say I'm Batman. He tells me I can't be Batman because I'm a girl, therefore he is Batman. I say that's not fair. It's endless.

Saturday night after a long day and a delicious French-inspired dinner in honor of Bastille Day (any excuse for food is a good excuse in my book) we left for our walk/jog. It started off great. I was feeling fantastic, everything was smooth, I was easily pushing myself to go a little faster than normal. I was loving it. Halfway through I think he got bored and thus he started teasing me. I started laughing, which lead to coughing because my body hates me like that. From there things got a little harder, but I kept pushing through. The last two runs, however, were rough. I was going faster than usual, but I was wearing out. At this point my sweet boyfriend developed a plan......


"You can do it. Finish this last run and you can be Batman!" That's all it took. I was off. It was a rough minute, but a fantastic one. He ran behind me the entire time, yelling at me as if I were Batman, and encouraging me. He even called me Bruce. It was both wonderful and hilarious. And of course I finish and say, while panting heavily, "next time, can I be Buffy?" All in all it was a great run. Tough, but fun. And funny. Which I appreciate. I'm a little nervous about starting week 2, but I'm sure everything will be fine. I think...hope...yeah. It may be rough, but I'm having fun and genuinely enjoying the process.

Tonight we conquer C25K week 2, day 1. Who knows, maybe I'll come home Buffy Summers. A girl can dream, right?

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