I decided to go to the track this morning to do W1D3 of C25k. It's finally Spring here, and it was already creeping up on 80 degrees when I got out there. It was so pretty. I stretched, I turned on my music and C25k app and off I went.
My first run interval was harder than I expected. Then the app told me that my pace was something like 8:30. I never get an accurate pace at the rec center because my GPS only works sporadically inside the building. Well, no wonder I'm struggling. That's super fast for a beginner. I tried to slow down on the second interval, but when I start getting out of breath, I start making deals with myself. Make it to the end of the bench and it'll be over.... and then I run faster to get there as if I'm not working against a clock that doesn't care where the end of the bench is. Intervals 2 and 3 weren't much slower than interval 1, and by the end of interval 4, I was so out of breath that I was starting to panic.
I don't know if it's my claustrophobia or just a fear of suffocation, but I freak out when I can't breathe. I quit interval 4 before the 60 second mark. I still hadn't caught my breath by the time #5 came around, so I decided to just walk out the rest of the workout.
I was really disappointed in myself. I wanted to just walk for a while and do some thinking, because if I had left the track right then, I would have just beat myself up about it. I mean, just two weeks ago, I felt like such a freaking bad ass after walking a half-marathon. Not being able to run for 60 seconds was like being thrown down off of my mountain with a big "LOSER" screamed at me.
I know my problem is that I run too fast. I spent weeks training myself to walk as fast as I could, and I guess my brain is just wired right now in "Speed Racer" mode. I watched another lady run and it was just a little faster than me walking... just a really fast bouncy walk. THAT is what I need to be doing. Not sprinting around the track. I just need to concentrate on slowing down. I don't know how, but I have to.
By the time I was finished walking, I decided I need to just start fresh. Next week, I'll start Week 1 again. I need to accept the fact that training to run 13.1 miles is going to be a much more difficult task than walking was. It's not like I had to learn to walk in the beginning of my previous training. I may have gone from a high peak two weeks ago to a pretty low valley today, but can you just imagine how high that peek will be that I will be screaming from in October? Even if I can't run it all by then.
So, in light of all these mountain metaphors running around in my head today, the girls and I went to climb a mountain this afternoon.
Pinnacle Mountain. I haven't climbed it in years and years. It's on my 37 list. Unfortunately, I won't be crossing it off today. My kids are weenies and we only made it maybe 1/3 of the way up. Punks.
Trail mix break at our turn-around spot. Next time I'll have to go without them. Alone or with someone less wimpy. LOL
Olivia, the Drama Queen, literally crawling back to the van. Poor thing.