And then I made my fourth attempt at running and C25K, because maybe I was grown up enough to like running. And I was. And so I ended up biking, walking, running, and even a little bit of swimming/water jogging (yes, really!) with Sam and Frodo, all the way from the Shire to Mt. Doom. It took them six months; it took me four and a half years.
(I finished right after my 101 in 1001 list ended. I don't remember the exact date, but I remember that much.)
On the plus side, I got to keep all of my fingers!
One of the tasks on my next 101 in 1001 (which I'll be starting soon) will be to run the long trek back to the Shire. First stop, Minas Tirith for Aragorn's coronation!
I was also half expecting to have some Big Feelings about doing this thing, about committing to an exercise plan for hundreds of miles who knows how many hours, but honestly sitting here thinking about it is mostly underwhelming.
I suppose it's been overshadowed by something that feels like a much bigger accomplishment, namely the fact that I ran a 5K. And a 10K, even! My typical run is now around five kilometers, three days a week. Once the pollen subsides and the weather cools down, I'll see if I can push it a little further.
The second week I started running again this year (after taking it easy during the winter), or maybe the third, I felt awesome and ended up running a 10K, just to see if I could. (I could.) I haven't hit that sweet spot again, but the knowledge that I'm capable of it is reassuring.
Both of those things are bigger deals to me than escorting imaginary hobbits across an imaginary landscape, I have to admit. So I haven't been as excited about making it to Mordor as I would otherwise be. But still, I'd like to thank Sam and Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship for inspiring me to get out there and do the thing, back when not much else could inspire me.
U da real MVPs
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