I just got back from a run - outside! - with wL and I fared a lot better than expected in the elements.
This was my first time running outside since, oh, maybe my grade 9 gym class. I was never particularly interested in being active - the sweat and grime just doesn't appeal, you know? - so I just avoided it. There have been half-hearted attempts since that last (required) gym class to run but I always gave up since I'd get painful shin-splints.
I decided around my last birthday that I must learn to run - so many people get enjoyment out of it; it's a good way to keep fit; and the roads are always open (actually, that's what my t-shirt says); and I have since worked up to a comfortable 5K on the gym treadmill. So comfortable that I was getting a little...bored.
So, with some goading from my friend A at work, I've decided to work towards entering a 10K race next year, hence running outside, which brings me to my just completed 4K run in about 30 minutes with wL, who's a great running partner. We fell into an easy rhythm - I only lagged behind a little - and he was good about setting goal posts for me: "we'll stop at that blue sign," or "we'll start running at that intersection up ahead."
We did (loose) intervals of R5-W1 and while I cramped up just a little they didn't cease me so I was able to keep up. Yay for me!
wL and I have a running date Saturday morning for 10. Perhaps we'll be able to tack on an extra K. :)