February 18th, 2011 was a huge turning point in my life. I decided to start running. The night before, I asked my brother if he’d help me. With a shocked face, he agreed. Every night we were at the track. It was freezing, not only was it February, but the track at our high school is located on a hill which means it’s windy as hell. I remember the second time I went running, we literally had to stop so I could catch my breath b/c the wind was so bad. As promised, the first two weeks were terrible. I wanted to quit but my brother wouldn’t let me. We’d drive back, him talking away and me pretending I was listening but inside I wanted to puke. 800M seemed like so much. Once I was able to run more than that, I became obsessed. I wanted to run longer and farther.
Every workout I had planned for me, I tried to exceed. Sometimes I wish I was still like that. Don’t get me wrong, I love hitting milestones with running but nothing beats running my first mile. I was SO happy. I ran a mile without stopping, something I never thought I could do especially in high school. Every now and then I feel like I’m at a standstill with running, like I’m not doing enough or achieving as many goals as I should. But then I look back.
- I went from running 800m to running 13.1
- A mile in 11 and change to 7:06 (something I’m still working on– I want a 6 in there damnit!).
- Ran a 5K sub 30.
This past week, I finally did that last one. No it wasn’t a real race, but I knew I had to do it before my “one year”. The funny thing is, I ran without looking at my Garmin and listened to my body. I ran at what was comfortable, I didn’t feel like I was racing. Next thing I knew, a 5K flew by and I look at my watch… 28:27. Yeah baby! That’s 3 minutes FASTER than my previous 5K time. Goes to me that I need to RELAX at races and that I can run fast. Normally when I glance down at my watch and see a low number I tend to slow down because I think ” I can’t run that fast”. This was a GREAT start for week 1 of Half Marathon training. Every run after that has been sub 10 min mile, except for this past Saturday. Saturday on schedule was a 8mi LR. One of my co-workers agreed to run with me and we decided to hit the trails. She was going to run 5 & I made up the extra mileage by running there & back from my house. This was probably one of the worst runs of my entire running career. I felt like crap when I woke up but how could I bail? I had finally talked her into running with me and now I’m going to cancel? I don’t think so. I told myself after the mile there I’d feel better. Unfortunately I didn’t. My stomach hurt and my legs felt like cement, I needed sleep. We headed into the trails & it felt good to be back, atleast for the 1st mile. I had to keep stopping. I NEVER do that & we were running so slow– a 12 minute mile. Don’t get me wrong the trails are pretty tough all rolling hills with a few steep ones BUT I used to be able to run them when I first started running at a 9:45 pace. Shit. I felt like I was going to puke and on top of it, embarrassed. I hate asking to stop but I knew if I didn’t I was going to throw up. We took about 4 breaks and we only ran 4.35 miles together. Horrible. I ran home after and felt sick all day. At first I thought it was b/c I didn’t eat breakfast or drink anything before the run but I didn’t feel good the whole weekend and my body hurt. Yesterday I got a massage and sacrificed my run. I figured 3 horrible slow miles or a massage? After much internal debate, I went with massage.
Today I feel a hell of a lot better, my neck is still bothering me, but I’m pretty excited for my 5 miler tonight. I’m hoping for some more sub 10min miles especially closer to my HMP of 9:10. Wishful thinking. At least my two favorite shows are on tonight, Switched at Birth & Jane By Design. They’re both on ABC Family. No judging please.
Until next time,
Run Hard. Run Long. Run Strong.