I tend to be a glass half empty kind of girl.
Have you noticed?
Pessimism has it’s advantages, believe it or not.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to make that singular. As in advantage, because really, I can only think of one.
I told you I was pessimist.
The one advantage is that pessimists are never disappointed; we can only be pleasantly surprised. Such was the case for me when Jeff and I started a running program last week. He downloaded a podcast that works us, slowly but surely, up to running a 5K.
It’s not that I’ve never ran before. Last year I actually surprised myself by finishing a 5K. Whats more is that I had planned to power walk the course but Torri and I ended up running the majority of the way.
I’ve lapsed since then though.
So when Jeff and I hit the pavement that first day I swore I was going to die. It hurt. My knees ached, my Achilles somethingorother hurt, my back was tight and the experience as a whole was pure. misery. And I made sure Jeff knew about it believe you me.
I think my body just wasn’t made to run. You know how you can’t do Tae Bo? Well I can’t run. It hurts. It’s not supposed to hurt is it? Fatigue I can deal with. Pain I can’t. I think I’m more a power walking kind of girl. Or aerobics. I can do aerobics. It might be okay if we didn’t have to run these dang hills. This can’t be good. Anything that hurts this much just can’t be good. I’m not a runner. Can we go home now? Tomorrow you can run while I Wii fit. Do you hear what I’m telling you? I’m not a runner. You? You might be a runner. Me? NOT A RUNNER!
In other words, he knew my stance.
But he pushed. And I acquiesced. Begrudgingly.
We’re into our second week now. You probably won’t believe this because I can hardly believe it myself. Honest to goodness though? Turns out I may have been a tad dramatic.
This is not to say that I’m a runner. I most certainly am not.
I can run however. In short intervals. Or in long races, apparently, should the opportunity present itself.
I just forget these things.
The rediscovery is definitely a pleasant surprise though.
See? Pessimism isn’t all bad.