One of my activities for my birthday was to run a 5K without stopping. I have done a number of race walks, and run/walk, but I have never run a 5K without stopping. I was planning on training for it, and work my way up to it from signing up in May to now. But I didn't train. I didn't run, I didn't even walk that much, and here I am with the day in front of me, and I had told myself that I would run the whole thing...I was screwed.
So I thought okay I can walk 3.1 miles, no big deal. I will just walk it. Then I started to think, geez that will take like 45 minutes. I didn't really feel like walking, it just seemed like too much energy. So I decided I was going to do a really slow jog, and I knew I could do a mile, so I was going to do a mile jog and see how I felt at the end of the mile.
I started back with the walkers, and slowly made my way to the front of the walkers and saw the joggers in front of me. I didn't want to pass any of the joggers in fear that they would pass me immediately after I passed them. I hate being passed. So I tagged on to the back of the pack.
Slowly the back of the joggers started walking and I had to pass them. I made it to the 1 mile mark still running, still not dying, so I figured I could do another 1/2 mile.
At the turnaround I was okay, so I thought if I can make it to the mile mark again, maybe I can do the whole thing.
I did manage to do the whole run, did it with minimum damage to my aging body, and I was really really proud. I had never in my life - ever - even as a child - run 3 miles. Never. And I had said that I would never run - ever. I hate running. My body is not built for running. But I did run it and I didn't die, and I am here writing about it.
So I went on-line to see what my pace was, and found it was 12 minute mile. Sigh* the last 3K I did that I walked was 11:45 minute mile. Sigh.
But I ran it.
So I thought okay I can walk 3.1 miles, no big deal. I will just walk it. Then I started to think, geez that will take like 45 minutes. I didn't really feel like walking, it just seemed like too much energy. So I decided I was going to do a really slow jog, and I knew I could do a mile, so I was going to do a mile jog and see how I felt at the end of the mile.
I started back with the walkers, and slowly made my way to the front of the walkers and saw the joggers in front of me. I didn't want to pass any of the joggers in fear that they would pass me immediately after I passed them. I hate being passed. So I tagged on to the back of the pack.
Slowly the back of the joggers started walking and I had to pass them. I made it to the 1 mile mark still running, still not dying, so I figured I could do another 1/2 mile.
At the turnaround I was okay, so I thought if I can make it to the mile mark again, maybe I can do the whole thing.
I did manage to do the whole run, did it with minimum damage to my aging body, and I was really really proud. I had never in my life - ever - even as a child - run 3 miles. Never. And I had said that I would never run - ever. I hate running. My body is not built for running. But I did run it and I didn't die, and I am here writing about it.
So I went on-line to see what my pace was, and found it was 12 minute mile. Sigh* the last 3K I did that I walked was 11:45 minute mile. Sigh.
But I ran it.
Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI have seen you walk many times & you're a pretty darn quick walker when you go for it. I've also seen you try to learn to jog - a difficult task for you since you shorten your stride. I'm glad the air quality was OK since I was worried. Congratulations & Yay Yay Yay!
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