I worked last night and didn't get off until 3am. For some strange reason I still woke up at 8am and couldn't go back to sleep. My legs were sore just from being on my feet for 8 hours running around like a crazy person and my back was so tight. I didn't want to be awake, I didn't want to know that it was still early, and I didn't want to count the few remaining hours till I have to be back at work. But, I did, and it was a now or never kind of moment.
I had one last run to do this week (3 total), and yesterday I took as a rest day. Tomorrow I know for a fact I wouldn't be able to get my run in. I guess it's because I don't like quitting things in the FIRST WEEK that I decided to roll myself out of bed and get some warm running gear on.
I'm glad yesterday I made my husband promise to come with me, he would ride his bike and carry the water (camelbak), first aid kit (you never know when you will trip over your own 2 feet), my inhaler and the garage door opener. So, I was happy to wake him up so we could get going.
I have a beagle who is 11 years old, he's my baby and since we moved and the vet told us he was slightly (about 20 pounds) overweight, he has been on a diet and we've been exercising him even more (he's now probably lost most of his baby weight and looks great). Well now he has like a crazy amount of energy-again (sometimes even over the top, like when we was a puppy :( very tiring lol). When he saw us getting ready he just flipped! Running around trying to escape with us outside-despite the fact we just took him for a walk!
Well I can't say no to his adorable face! So I asked my hubby if he could walk him and I would just run out ahead. He agreed, though I know he really doesn't like walking, and we were off!
It was about halfway through my intervals when I realized I had a problem (sometimes the blonde takes over). Here I was maybe a mile ahead of my husband and dog with no water and no inhaler! And I only realized that when I knew I was going to need it! I like sprinting or running as fast as my body will allow during my short segments but I had to slow down if I was going to make it back to them.
I made sure I was running with my body relaxed, shoulders back and focused on just deep calm breaths. I got to the end of my track (the halfway point) and had things back under control. When I finally caught up with my husband I went straight to the bag and took a happy lung full of medicine! And it was perfect timing because I had 2 minutes to calm back down, after sprinting toward him, before I had to run again. Ah to breath easy! It really makes a difference and takes away that panicky voice in the back of your head saying you're going too hard and possibly going to die lol.
So I finished the week! Next week I start running in 2 minute segments but I'm actually not worried. I really LOVE this slow approach to running! I feel like it isn't only set up to help your body handle it but also your mind. The air was cold but the sun was out and it was beautiful! Everyone on the path was saying hi as I would walk or run by, I felt alive and I felt fast too when I would run and strong!
I know I'm training for a 10k but I really think I'm learning to love it. It's not as exciting as riding my bike, which I can do for about 40 miles (running so far I only go about 3 and it's the same place), I don't get to see as much and sometimes I just look down in-front of me so I don't trip, but I feel so empowered. My body is taking me this far this fast. I like to think back in the prehistoric days and myself running with wolfs or something like like (that vision is probably from a few books I've read) but I always wonder how I would compare to someone back then, would I be strong enough to survive? Would I be able to compete? I hope with good fuel in my body and sticking to my training plan that I could.
My husband reads a lot of zombie books, so naturally he talks about them a LOT! What he would do if the Apocalypse happens, where we would go, what our defense and survival strategy is. So when I run I feel like I'm training for survival haha. But, from the viewpoint of a doctor I'm sure they could be the same thing. Getting healthy is about survival. To live beyond what your body tells you that you can right now, to push your limits, to fight "fate". No one exercises so they can die early. I'd like to die of old age, somewhere around 120ish and I need to do whatever I can to get there.
So if there is an Apocalypse I hope I can see you all after, surviving, you're welcome to join our group! So here is to week 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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