Thursday, July 21, 2016
Twenty Minutes Straight
The woes of the world have been getting me down this week, and I skipped Sunday's run and then Tuesday's too. And after such a beautiful run last time too! Sigh. I forced myself into my pink shoes and out the door this morning, determined not to let myself slip-and-slide deeper into Ye Olde Depression, figuring I'd run the first five minutes of Week 5's podcast then do a walking break, repeat-til-done. At five minutes, though, I felt good enough to go for eight, and at eight, I knew I could run ten--and was amazed at what an experience I'd had to push myself to have at all was turning into--and soon enough, my Garmin-watch read "[Time-Run: 14 minutes and however-many seconds]," and I decided I was way too close to twenty-minutes-straight at that point to stop. ("Now, I figured since I'd run this far," explained Forrest Gump, "maybe I'd just run across the great state of Alabama. . . .") :) Maybe everything on my mind just distracted me enough mentally to make it easier to do physically, but I completed the twenty minutes and felt okay at the end of it. Last month at this time, I hadn't even (re-)started running yet! It's fascinating to me what the body adapts to and learns. Onward and upward, then. Twenty minutes straight! Now we're getting somewhere.