Day 2- I Hate Cake

Cake can kill you. Cake makes your butt large, whereupon it drags on the ground and slows you down. I hate cake. I hate cake almost as much as I hate running. But I love yoga. Goal: 45 minutes.



I was fiercely reminded of how much running hates me 12 minutes into my regime. I started making deals with myself: one dollar towards an Ipod for every minute I run; run ten more blocks and then you can turn around. At block eight the all-too-familiar pang settled into that nook between my two lowest ribs on my right side. Typically, this means that my body will shut down in T-minus 10 seconds and counting, but I tried to relax, breathe through it, and soldier on. My torso was not having it. When I made it to my 10th block (please refer to previous deal with self), I slowed to a walk and rounded the corner. I stopped my stopwatch (16 minutes of running down, 29 to go) and walked brisquely, breathing deeply, and trying to convince my abdomen to continue playing along with the rest of my body. The farther I walked, the more my side cramped, bringing me closer to my pain threshold.



This is where I had to start thinking outside of the box. So I stopped, right there in front of the garage sale on Monroe and I-15, closed my eyes, and stood in Mountain Pose. I stretched my ears to the sky, my feet into the ground, and just breathed in and out. The bargain hunters may have thought I was a nutter (which, let's be honest, I am), but it worked! My cramp subsided and I managed to run another 20 minutes. So, I hate cake, I will learn to like running, but yoga will always be my saving grace!