Dear reader. I have a confession to make. I feel that if I run less than 4 or 5 miles at a time, I haven't really been doing my time as a runner. But last night I freed myself from this thinking. At first, I was just going to take Tuesday as a rest day. But the weather was actually cooperating after work and I felt that I should do something at least. So I told myself I would only make myself run two miles. A measly two miles. But I had to do it fast. As fast as I could without falling over dead from a myocardial infarction. And I did just that! I managed those two miles in 20 minutes even! Now a 10 minute mile may not seem speedy to those of you who consistently run at the rate of Olympic athletes. But for this girl, whose numbers have been between 12 and 13 minutes per mile, 10 minutes is akin to breaking the sound barrier. I did manage to get a nice side ache after the first mile. I had to really work on keeping my breathing in check. My helpful heart rate monitor informed me that my heart was on the verge of explosion basically from the start, but I lived! I was so pleased with my non-dying that I think I will work in one short/fast run per week. Maybe someday I'll get faster overall. Either that, or I'll keel over. But I'm working on living without fear. I have to in order to get through the next year of running that I have planned for myself. At this point it includes 3 full marathons and the Ragnar Relay race. Eeep! (That's the sound I make when frightened, in case you were wondering.)
Happy running!
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