I knew the second run of the 3rd week would be harder than the first run, and I was right. It was really, really tough for me. I think the first run of this week went fairly well because it was a new week. Now the novelty has worn off and reality has set in. Running for 3 minutes is a challenge. It’s “only” 90 seconds more, but it makes all the difference.
Dave (my husband) came running with me tonight. He is pleased as the weeks go on, as he actually gets to do more running instead of “running” side by side my snail pace. Usually we talk through the run, and it helps take my mind off. But I was so angry about the running that I didn’t/couldn’t talk this time. Anyone that knows me will know that things must be bad if I was unable to talk much.
As soon as the first 90 second run started, I knew it would be difficult and then half way through the cool down walk, I got a twinge in my chest and my heart does what it does best, and started with its irregular beat. I did NOT want to let it stop me completing the run, but I also knew pushing myself was not worth it. I decided to pause the podcast and walk a bit longer than the 90 second cool down and hoped my heart would regulate itself. It did, and I pressed play on the podcast after doing about a 3 minute walk instead of the 90 second. Not that big of a failure really. If anything, I did more exercise, because I walked for longer.
Then it was then 3 minute run. It was so tough. It was actually the longest 3 minutes of my life and I thought it would never end. And then the podcast lady said “your half way through this run”. Half way through? I felt like I was on the last mile of a marathon, not 90 seconds into a 3 minute run. But, Dave pushed me through it, in a supportive way of course, and then it was time to walk for 3 minutes.
To make this run a bit more challenging, it was raining. I have not run in the rain before. Actually, thinking about it, I kind of liked it. I really like being out in the rain anyway (apart from if I have just spent an hour on my hair and I am on my way out, without an umbrella and it decides that it is a great time for the sky to open) and it gave me something else to focus on, rather than my jelly like legs.
The next 90 second run and walk was uneventful and actually, the last 3 minute run was a lot easier than the first. Not sure why. Maybe the thought of it being over very soon was the push I needed.
Bit of a mix again this run. Some good, some bad, and some truly traumatising. But, the most important thing is, I completed it. Only 1 more run of this week left and then I am apparently moving on to week 4. We shall see.
I am a long way from feeling like I can run 5K, but I am moving forward, and no backward, and that’s all that counts, right?