(running) streams of consciousness

This post is about A. And highly unlikely happenings.

You see, I recently started running.  Yes, running.  Regularly, at that.  If you have ever known me for more than a hot minute (I have no idea what that phrase actually means - it just sounds funny, and it seemed to fit), you know that I do not run.  Ever.  Except maybe if I were being chased and my life were somehow on the line. 

But this afternoon, I ran a full 2.5+ miles, clocking in at just under 30 minutes.  (For those of you for whom mental math is not a strength, that comes to slightly less than 12 minutes per mile.)  I know that might seem pitiful to some, but considering that two weeks ago, I had not run "the mile" since early middle school, I am quite proud of myself.

And how am I feeling about the whole debacle?  Not in love yet - I hope it's not just a phase.  I think I have yet to experience that so-called "runner's high", but it has been a semi-nice way to get out of the (parent's) house every afternoon, clear my mind (because I am busy concentrating on breathing, and not falling over), and remind myself regularly that no matter how crummy I am feeling, there are still many things with which God has blessed me, for which I can be grateful! 

~A

P.S. I think I get Asian Glow: Exercise Edition.  My face seriously turns quite hot and a rather impressive shade of red every time I run, and it doesn't go away for at least an hour afterward.  Maybe my body is telling me that I shouldn't run after all...