I’ve hit that spot in my training for my 5k where I’m beginning to think I’m not going to be able to do it. Over the weekend I began running for 12 minutes then walking for 1 minute. I’m supposed to repeat 3 times. The first day sucked. I got through one repeat. That’s it. The second repeat I could only run for 9 minutes and then I had to walk for 2 minutes just to catch my breath, and I couldn’t even get to through 3 minutes during the 3rd repeat. I thought it may have had something to do with the fact that it’s warm now in Dallas and the humidity is high. So, I thought I’d get up early and go run then, early meaning 5 a.m. before I have to get my kids up at 6 a.m. to get ready for school. I tried yesterday and just couldn’t do it. I ran yesterday afternoon instead. I got one 12 minute repeat done and that was it. Our humidity was about 48% yesterday and it was warm again. Add that to running and I was literally dripping sweat before I was even done with that 12 minutes. I was supposed to get up this morning and run but guess what. I woke up and took one look outside at the sky and promptly went back to bed. It looked menacing out there and the wind was blowing hard. We’re expecting severe thunderstorms today but they should arrive during the late afternoon or early evening. So, I’m hoping that I can get my run in before the rain gets here once my son gets home. Otherwise it’s off to the gym to use the treadmill which I am still learning how to use, and I’m not particularly fond of going by myself to begin with. Fun times.
Basically, I”m throwing myself to the wolves. I’m going to do whatever I need to do to get through this run. If it means going to the gym alone to get a run in, then that’s what I’m going to do. I would prefer to be a little more brave about running at 5 a.m., even if the sky looks like Thor’s about to unleash all holy hell on earth, but hey, baby steps. I’d rather face a room full of strangers than take a chance that I might not make it back home in one piece. My house backs up onto a street that those big 18-wheel trucks use to berth for the night. My neighborhood is a great neighborhood, and we’ve only had one incident with theft since we’ve been here (my sideview mirrors were stolen off of my suv). However, around 5 a.m. there are between 3-5 trucks waiting out behind my house to get into the business that sits directly across from my backyard. They aren’t allowed in until 7 or 8 a.m. With dark, menacing clouds that make it seem lurid and creepy, I’m not so sure I want to go for a run. Around 6 a.m. it’s not so bad because the sun is already coming up and there’s more light, but I can’t trust my kids to get up and get dressed on their own and get breakfast before I get back 30 minutes later. I’ll be glad when summer comes because then I can get up at 6 and go run while everyone sleeps and not worry about the time of the morning. But for today, I’m either running in the heat or at the gym.
I really hope I can get through today’s run. This week I’m supposed to be running for 15 minutes but I don’t think that’s going to happen until I can get through this 12 minute interval repeat. Plus, after my first trip to the gym Monday night I am SORE! Holy cow, do my abs and biceps hurt! And what’s worse is that it feels so good. Every time I move something hurts, much like when you would get a bruise as a kid and then poke it every day to see if it still hurts. My abs are the sorest part of my body. Amazingly, not my legs-imagine that! The interesting thing that I’m learning about myself with all of this exercising is that I don’t mind the pain at all. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it sucks to have to work through the pain and make myself hurt more. Yes, it’s H.A.R.D., but it really is worth it all in the end. I have more energy during the day. I’m not craving all the sweets I used to (although there are these dark chocolate covered almonds I found that I am totally craving). I sleep deeper at night, even if it’s not for long periods of time. And, I’m not having any migraines at all. I suffered with them every month for years. They were never so bad that I had to be on presciption meds but they were bad enough. I haven’t had one since January. I’ve had a few small headaches but those were/are almost entirely sinus related and due to allergies. I am healthier and stronger than I was in December and I can’t begin to say how glad that makes me. My kids depend on me, and if I don’t take care of myself, who will be there to take care of them until they can take care of themselves? The pain? Totally worth everything I’m putting myself through. I will get through these 12 minute repeats, then the 15 minutes repeats, so that next week I will be running for 30 minutes straight with no stops. And I will make it through this run.
I was reminded of The Goonies this morning when I was thinking about all of this. Even when things got hard and scary, Mikey still pushed himself and everyone else to keep going. “Goonies never say die.” Tomorrow, I’m getting up and running at 5 a.m. Wish me luck.
P.S. Has anyone else had the Prologue to The Canterbury Tales stuck in their head lately? In Middle English? Must be me.