I'm two weeks into my Fleet Feet's No Boundaries 5K training program. I'm still alive!
Yesterday, I did my running intervals at 4 pm, when it was around 90 degrees out. Before I went out into my neighborhood, head to toe in my newly acquired running gear, I kept hearing that little voice, "It's too hot, Lara. Don't do it. Stay inside and be comfortable."
I fought through that voice and did the run. Well, it wasn't much of a run, more like a walk and a pained jog. The weather was absolutely awful, though, duh. It is in the middle of July, which is not exactly known for comfortable weathers. Still, I went outside and did the suggested run/walk intervals. According to the handy app on my phone, my pace was about 18 minutes a mile. (You gotta start somewhere, right?)
|When I feel silly running outside, I try to adapt this mindset.|
I came back to my house, sweating and slightly nauseous. Also, I was proud. I disregarded the voice and went outside and did something beyond difficult. I came back home feeling accomplished and really happy that I followed through. I didn't quit, and my muscles ached. That 42 minutes I just spent sweating and trudging along the streets of my neighborhood, I accomplished something that would have been impossible a year ago or two years ago.
My body is finally working with me, not just plotting to end my life.
Once I start concentrating more on my form as I run, I imagine I will soon get to the point where running will be my zen. It's already starting to reach that point. My body is capable of greatness, not just tragedy.