Blah. I feel like I should post but I'm out of words right now. I ran tonight. I'm on Week 2 Day 1 of the Couch to 5K program. I did days 1 and 2 last week but took four days off because I was too busy. I should really stop that. So I decided just to start Week 2 all over again. Which probably ended up being for the better. I added an extra cul-de-sac to my run today and I wasn't so moody! Hooray. Maybe one day I'll actually enjoy running. Right now, I'm just trying not to die before the podcast finishes.
(I also think that maybe if I blog everyday that I run, I'll feel more compeled to run instead of sit on my hump and not do it. So if you'll just bear with me, I'll try and make the non-running posts semi-exciting!)
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
5K Run...or 42 minutes of hatin' life
I ran a 5K this weekend. (Just a friendly reminder that I don't "run" run, I jog. And rather slowly at that.) I have this crazy idea of running a 5K a month. However I decided to make this resolution in the middle of February, making me behind from the start and with little time to pick one for the month of February. I carefully researched Houston running events and so I picked the one on the last Saturday of the month and the closest one. It also seemed interesting. It was down in Kemah, which I had only seen briefly after the hurricane, so I figured what better way to see it than run 3.2 miles all around? Silly me. I know everyone uses excuses but work and my personal life has been ridiculous lately, so training was almost non-existent. I'd figured, I ran the first one without extensive training, surely I can run this one. However, I didn't get to do my practice run til Friday evening around 5pm. Just a little more than 12 hours before I would run again. Probably not the best idea for someone who hasn't run on a regular basis in over five months.
Saturday morning was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect. Just a little chilly, but I knew I would warmup when I started running. The was TONS of people there as opposed to the Czhilispiel run. It was "offical" with chips to be placed on the shoe and a loud speaker, there was police lining the route. Quite the opposite from Flatonia where a guy drove in a truck to get us started (not that I'm complaining at all). I placed myself towards the back-middle of the pack. I had planned to run all the way at my slow pace. I knew, on average, I can run a 14 minute mile. Killer speed, right?
The gun shot, the herd took off. I felt fairly confident in my placing of myself. I could keep up the runner. Pass the lady in a stroller. Check. Pass the ladies in their mid-40s. Check. Keep up with the fairly healthy looking guy. Check. Pass the old lady....Not-so-check. Then the runner-looking guy took off. I decided to use the old lady as my pace point. About minute 10, I began to think, "Why am I doing this? I had to wake up super early to get here and I'm not enjoying this as much as the last time." Oh well, I kept running with the old lady a few feet in front of me. FINALLY. Mile 1. A water station, yes! Slow down to drink, but wait, do I really want to start running again. *Sigh* Off I went. However, my brain started sabotaging me. "Why do you want to keep running? All the runners have separated from you." I glanced back, a good ways back were the walkers. I was stuck in the middle with about 4 people keeping my pace. I gave in and walked about 1/3 of the second mile.
Around a turn right before mile 3, I heard shoes. What is this? Someone trying to pass me? Ha. Time to start running again. (I'm a bitch like that, I know.) Mile 3 is where the course lapped back on itself. I was REALLY hating life at this point. I began to see the "fast" people coming the other way. How could this be? THEY looked like they were hating life too. I saw 150 go by me; not one had a smile. Which proposes the question, WHY were we all there?
To be honest, I don't know! For me, part of it is about being able to say I can do something that not many other people can/have done. I'm not gonna lie, it takes incredible mental stamina to run any distance other than a sprint. I'm trying to stop giving up on things and pushing through and conquering them. Running is one of those things I plan to conquer. Not only do I consider running a physical sport, but it's also mental training. Of course, there's the health factor too. If I actually trained on a regular basis, I'm sure my run would become easier, I'd have more aerobic stuff, blah, blah, stuff you already know.
In spite of all of this, I crossed the finish line at 42:05 which is BETTER than my Czhilispiel time. Imagine that! I was being such a negative nancy the whole run and my time was better! So I'm motivated to hopefully start semi-training soon (baby steps right?) and running another one in March! Woo! (I'll post the rest of my stats when I get them.)
Saturday morning was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect. Just a little chilly, but I knew I would warmup when I started running. The was TONS of people there as opposed to the Czhilispiel run. It was "offical" with chips to be placed on the shoe and a loud speaker, there was police lining the route. Quite the opposite from Flatonia where a guy drove in a truck to get us started (not that I'm complaining at all). I placed myself towards the back-middle of the pack. I had planned to run all the way at my slow pace. I knew, on average, I can run a 14 minute mile. Killer speed, right?
The gun shot, the herd took off. I felt fairly confident in my placing of myself. I could keep up the runner. Pass the lady in a stroller. Check. Pass the ladies in their mid-40s. Check. Keep up with the fairly healthy looking guy. Check. Pass the old lady....Not-so-check. Then the runner-looking guy took off. I decided to use the old lady as my pace point. About minute 10, I began to think, "Why am I doing this? I had to wake up super early to get here and I'm not enjoying this as much as the last time." Oh well, I kept running with the old lady a few feet in front of me. FINALLY. Mile 1. A water station, yes! Slow down to drink, but wait, do I really want to start running again. *Sigh* Off I went. However, my brain started sabotaging me. "Why do you want to keep running? All the runners have separated from you." I glanced back, a good ways back were the walkers. I was stuck in the middle with about 4 people keeping my pace. I gave in and walked about 1/3 of the second mile.
Around a turn right before mile 3, I heard shoes. What is this? Someone trying to pass me? Ha. Time to start running again. (I'm a bitch like that, I know.) Mile 3 is where the course lapped back on itself. I was REALLY hating life at this point. I began to see the "fast" people coming the other way. How could this be? THEY looked like they were hating life too. I saw 150 go by me; not one had a smile. Which proposes the question, WHY were we all there?
To be honest, I don't know! For me, part of it is about being able to say I can do something that not many other people can/have done. I'm not gonna lie, it takes incredible mental stamina to run any distance other than a sprint. I'm trying to stop giving up on things and pushing through and conquering them. Running is one of those things I plan to conquer. Not only do I consider running a physical sport, but it's also mental training. Of course, there's the health factor too. If I actually trained on a regular basis, I'm sure my run would become easier, I'd have more aerobic stuff, blah, blah, stuff you already know.
In spite of all of this, I crossed the finish line at 42:05 which is BETTER than my Czhilispiel time. Imagine that! I was being such a negative nancy the whole run and my time was better! So I'm motivated to hopefully start semi-training soon (baby steps right?) and running another one in March! Woo! (I'll post the rest of my stats when I get them.)
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