There hasn't been much action over here at JoggersLife this week. My big girl job has been kicking my ass. I will have some fun new stuff up next week, but in the meantime, here's a Flashback Friday post that I love. This post, from January 11, 2009 reminds me that when it comes to fitness goals, we all have to start somewhere, and with practice, we will always improve. This is mostly a reminder for me, considering that swimming is not coming completely naturally for me! I'm finding it REALLY hard to believe that just a little over a year ago, I hadn't even run 5 miles!! Since then, I've run 2 half marathons, a marathon, a 10K, a 15K, and countless miles of training runs.
The point is...even if you've just started running, or you're on week 2 of your C25K program, or if you just took your first walk around the block last night, we all have to start somewhere. With persistence and determination (and a lot of frustration too), you'll reach your goal!
Originally Posted January 11, 2009
The only way that I was going to complete this run, I decided, was if I had no other option but to complete this run. I was stuck on this plateau (even on my weekend "long") of not being able to run any farther than 3.5 miles. I knew that just wasn't going to cut it.
So, last night, in the midst of 2 Stella's, a house salad (with Ranch dressing, of course), and some french onion soup at The Greene Turtle with My Gazelle, I had the brilliant idea that he would drop me off somewhere far from home, leaving me no other option BUT to run home.
In the 30 degree weather.
Snotting all over my Under Armour gloves and the Nike cold gear that My Sista gave me for Christmas.
The plan was that My Gazelle would drive me to the lake (a neighborhood running/walking spot with a paved path around the lake). He would basically leave me there, stranded, in the wilderness, and I would have to fend for myself. How COULD he?!
I would then loop the lake twice (1 mile once around), and run home (another 2 miles), for a total of about 4 miles.
That was the plan, but it actually went down like this...
32 steps into the first loop, I had to pee.
First loop, backside of the lake, I paused my Nike + so I could stop at the bathroom.
The door was locked.
My tears froze on my cheeks and then my cheeks cracked and I fell violently to the ground convulsing from the cold and the pain.
Ok. Not really.
I decided to suck it up and just try to forget about the fact that I had to pee. Not sure how I managed to do that, but it worked. I guess I was more concentrated on running than peeing.
About 3/4 through my 2nd loop, I decided to do a THIRD loop because I was feeling totally girl power by that point. I just kept telling myself that if running was easy, then everyone would be doing it. Nothing worth having is ever easy.
So, I did my 3rd loop and then ran home. At that point, I was just thinking about making it to the "landmarks" along the way.
Ok...Self...RUN to the stoplight by the mall.
Self...just RUN to Petco...
Self...just RUN REALLY FAST past that super creepola homeless guy that is shuffling across the street towards you, wearing a DHL envelope on his head!
See, there are advantages to living and running in the city. Creepy people make me run fast.
The final stretch home was difficult (hence the huge "crash and burn" slope you saw earlier on my workout chart). I never realized that the street that I live on is almost completely an uphill slope (from the direction I was running). Although not a huge grade, it was enough to be a struggle for me after already doing 4 miles. The last stretch did include a few walk/run stints, but I made it. Good lordy bigordy, I made it.
I did not curl up in a ball and cry on the side of Route 1. My Gazelle did not have to send out a search party for me.
And I basically feel like Wonder Woman.
I hope everyone has a wonderful, sweaty day!