|me in sixth grade - |
when I realized how un-athletic I am
I also had the misfortune of choosing to go to a college that believed that "our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit," and we were required to take two semesters of PE. There was a sport focused class (I chose tennis) and Lifetime Fitness (aka running). I earned a B in both of these classes, and swore I would never run again after I passed these classes.
Fast forward to present day.
I am more than halfway through my summer of teaching myself to run. It isn't pretty, but it definitely isn't as miserable as high school or college. I am getting over my issues of caring what I look like in the gym because I am not being graded or compared to the people around me. I have not cried. I have not felt like a complete loser.
Each week I am running/jogging more and walking less. My breathing isn't scaring me any more. The thing that is holding me back these days is the pain in my legs. I am not sure if it is related to the funky way I walk or not. If you would have told me this spring that I would feel good after working out like this, I would have laughed in your face.
Today was an exciting day for me. I had my best mile and a half time ever. I will not post it here because I am still a little afraid of being laughed at (a lifetime of feeling like an idiot in tennis shoes will do that to a girl). BUT I know what I ran the mile and a half in college, and I was about a minute under that.
To celebrate, we had ice cream after dinner tonight. The good stuff.
Sidenote: I agree with my college that our bodies are the temple of the Holy Spirit. I just believe that running a mile and a half at 7:30 am on Mon/Wed/Fri about caused me to lose my salvation that semester.
Sidenote to my sidenote: I actually don't theologically believe you can "lose" your salvation.