I’ve decided to update everyone on my Couch to 5K Cool Running endeavor. I’ve kept up with the plan and today I ran for 20 straight minutes. For some of my marathon running friends, this is nothing. But for me, today WAS a marathon.
Up until now, the plan called for me to run for x amount of minutes, walk for half of that time, and I would have to repeat this process until the workout was complete. Today was the first day that I wasn’t supposed to walk in the middle. I was being asked to increase from an 8 minute run to a 20 minute run. To be honest, I was really dreading this run.
Two days ago, at the end of my workout, I found myself thinking things like, “I’m not sure how well I did. I should re-do this workout again.” So yesterday, I ran the 8 min runs for the second time. This morning I woke up with a sense of dread. In my head, I was arguing with myself about whether I would do the 8 minute runs again. I had to stop thinking about it. I actually said aloud to no one in particular since I live alone, “Shut up and freaking run it!” While I was having my yogurt and watching Regis and Kelly, the arch of my right foot started to get this weird pain. It was as if my body was chickening out. Once again I said, “You are doing this today. No excuses.” to myself aloud.
And so I did. I ran the whole 20 minutes. I ran slowly but surely. And at the end, I was fine. I didn’t die. I was sweaty and triumphant. Next week I’m going to have to run 25 minutes and I think I’m going to be okay.
I’m glad that I’m doing this during my summer of nothing. I’m lucky that I have the time to really think about what is happening with me. If I was doing this during the school year, I would have never realized that I was afraid and that I was holding myself back. What the heck was I afraid of? So what if I had to stop in the middle? Would that have been the end of the world? Now I realize that I am going to have to make sure I am aware of this part of me that throws up road blocks when I am afraid of failing.
Look at me! I’m growing!