...Ok, like I move at 100mph, but I made you wonder what the hell I was on about
It's been uncharacteristically warm here in the south of the UK the
past week. On Wednesday I decided that I'd air my legs....well, that was bad
enough. Anyway, I grabbed what I thought looked like work out shorts (they had
Addidas written on them!) and set off. It wasn't until I got to the park and
started running that I realised the extent of my mistake. They were indeed
Addidas shorts, you know the kind, easy breathe....yah. Well. They're baggy
shorts, come to about my knees....so it was a small amount of day-glo that was
originally being displayed. That is until the shorts uncover their true
colours. They showed themselves to be butt huggers! Now, I'm all for tight
shorts, but this was different.....these shorts rode up my legs, so every three
steps or so I had to hop and flap my legs out to the sides. Now, as thouogh
that was undignified enough, they also got a load of air up them and ballooned
out, making me look like King Kong's pregnant aunty. Oh dear.
So, with my day-glo thighs on show, hip-hopping and flapping my legs, I
successfully completed W5D1. Twice. And I only got chased by one dog (don't get
me started on that either).
Anyway, following my success I decided that I'd stop being a wuss and do
W5D2 today, the 8 minutes looked bad, but I figured I'd managed to pop an 8
minute in last time....so I can do it this time right! Right! :) I set off this
afternoon (having learnt my lesson about looking like an utter twonk and
wearing LONG jogging bottoms) and when I got to the park I took off, 8 minutes.
Now, when I was at school I favoured short distance speed running. Note to
self, note to starters.....slow but steady wins the race. 5 minutes in I was
thinking I'd have to come home and blog about utter failure! I was sweaty (and
i mean nasty), totally out of breath and starting to get REALLY weird looks
from people playing football next to me. Possibly due to the wheezing.
Anyway, I survived using my butt chasing trick (I just imagine my ass
chasing me when I lose the will to run as it's always jiggling along behind
me!). I got to the 5 min walk and my heart rate was at 180bpm! I thought I was
going to take off or something. Anyway, I walked around (again getting weird
looks, maybe I just look funny) for the 5 mins, and with great trepidation took
off running again.
Something happened. Something that was possibly miraculous. I just kept
running. I ran past the 8 minute mark, past the 10, past 15, past 20, past
30.....I ran for a total of 35 minutes! 35! This is coming from the poster-girl
for anti-smoking campaigns where they scare you about how you won't be able to
breathe and you'll die a horrible death (I don't smoke, never have!). Coming
from the woman who has found every possible way to reduce movement to a
minimum, from someone who was once quoted as saying "I don't exercise, I don't
like to sweat" (which was true enough) from someone who is so amazingly lazy
that she's even macroed all ofher abilities in World of Warcraft so that she
doesn't have to move her fingers too much (I can't help it, my inner geek
wanted out for a moment!).
I realised that I have two types of running - one is quicker, but wears me
out fast. The other I put more pressure on my legs, but can keep an even
breathing pace (and my heart rate at 165bpm constantly). Now, I may look like
something from the walking dead in run type 2, but it is so much easier to
maintain! Now, I did feel like I'd been at sea, and a sneaky weigh-in showed
that I must have sweated out 2Ibs of water but hell, it was worth it :-D
I just wanted to know whether I'd be able to complete the next leg of C25K, I
doubted it. I doubted the plan, I doubted myself.
So, the moral of the story? I'm gonna say it again. Do NOT allow yourself to
doubt you. Go easy on yourself. Accept that you can do AMAZING things. Accept
that you're making progress. Accept when you've done too much, accept when
you've done too little.