Gargling My Heart
Week three, day eight of training for my 5k and I’m finishing up my longest run yet. As I come to a stop and begin to walk the cool down portion of my training I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my lungs are tight and I notice one other thing. The distinct metallic taste of blood. Is it possible that after all the shredding I did in the past few months with Jillian Michaels yelling at me that she wanted me to ‘gargle my heart’ that I’ve finally done it? And all it took was fifteen minutes of running?
Whatever the case I find that as disgusting as gargling ones heart and tasting blood in the back of my throat I couldn’t help but feel entirely victorious for making even this far into my six weeks of training. I felt so good I spent the rest of my cool down singing aloud and walking to the beat of my ipod. When I reached my front step I gave a little Rocky-style victory dance, fists in the air and everything.
