Today I did something I was sure I'd never do. I ran 1.65 miles in 30 minutes.
Now, that is not all that fascinating or fantastic, I admit. I've been doing that distance in that time for almost two weeks. No, it was how I did it. As I've mentioned before, I have a bit of a mental block when it comes to running for even numbered minutes (eg: 2, 4, or 6 minutes).
Today I smashed that block and ran 7 sets of run-2/walk-1. It was difficult. I was nervous. I wanted to give up. I was worried I'd throw up. My calf muscles threatened to snap in two but I stuck with it and I am incredibly pleased and proud of myself!
It may have helped that I wore my favourite running shirt, the one I didn't completely earn. Some day, I'll attempt the half again and finish.
After a great run, some much needed stretching, and a fabulously hot shower, I refueled my tank which was hovering on empty. A piece of fish, the last of the mashed potatoes, and a bushel of brussels! The yellow glop on my 'taters? A spoonfull of the butter sauce my sprouts came in.
Will I be able to do this run again, pushing through my fear of those even numbers? Damn rights I will. However, tomorrow's going to be a rest day and Saturday will likely be a walk or a session on the stationary bike with some weights.
I'm so excited that it IS possible to do this. And by "this", I mean run. My fears of breaking another toe (or the same one, yet again), crippling arthritis pain, or pulling a boob muscle from all that jostling around, belong to the old Karen. Sure I find running uncomfortable - I'm still looking for industrial strength support for my "girls" and my calves tighten up within 30-40 seconds of starting to run - but I'm able to do it. And I love it.