I'm training to complete a 5K in February.
I have the 5K all picked out and I'm at the end of my first week of Couch-to-5K. The workouts are being done on a treadmill with a 1.0 to 1.5 degree incline. My walk is 3.0 mph and my jog is 3.5 mph.
My
speed, or lack thereof, was getting me down until I realized that 10
weeks ago I was unable to walk for 15 minutes on the treadmill at 2.5
mph. I would get up to speed and my heart would start pounding in my
chest. Sweat would begin to pour down my arms and face. By the time I
would reach 15 minutes, I knew I needed to slow down. And I did.
But I returned the next day to do it again.
Fifteen
minutes turned into 20 minutes. 2.5 mph turned into 2.7 mph, then 3.0,
then 3.2. Twenty minutes grew by 1 minutes each week. I was doing
more and it was feeling better.
Ten weeks ago I would
have sworn I would never be able to jog. I was afraid I'd hurt myself
again. I was afraid I would fall flat on my face and be too embarrassed
to ever return to the gym. I was afraid my butt would giggle and it
would hurt like when you jump up and down without a bra on. As it turns
out, none of those worries really needed to be worried about. Walking
at 3.5 mph didn't feel right even after 2 weeks of attempting it. One
day I broke into a slow jog and it felt right.
Hence
the goal. Right now I don't believe I can finish a 5K without my body
feeling punished. My body has done a lot of wonderful things and I've
done a lot of awful things to it in return. I don't want to punish it
more. But I need a goal to work towards. Something to focus on and get
me out of bed each day. Just like I gradually overcame my
never-gonna-jog hurdle, I want to see success gradually overcoming the
complete-a-5k goal. I'm starting to believe that I can change a little
at a time. I hope this is another step in getting there.
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