Look at my beautiful feet.
Yesterday, I didn’t want to run again but I didn’t have time to hit the gym, so I figured it was as good a time as any to buy new running shoes!!! I’ve been wanting some new sneaks, since the ones I was wearing were a wee bit too small. Plus, my foot pronates and my current sneaks didn’t have any extra support (hey, they were cheap). So during my lunch break, I hauled ass to Pacers. I knew almost exactly what I wanted, so it didn’t take long. Twenty minutes later, I walked out in this beauties.
I’ve never owned a pair of Brooks. Just wearing these bad boys makes me think I can run a
marathon 5k. And you know what? That may actually be closer to the truth than I even realized…
If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen this today:
Oh yeah, baby, twenty minutes in a row, woo hooooo!!
The Couch to 5k program — which you may have noticed I’ve resurrected now that I’m in a bit better shape — is testing my limits! Week four had intervals of 3 or 5 minutes of running separated by shorter walks. It was challenging — the first time I’d run 5 minutes in a row — but I did it and was confident enough to move on to week five of the program. Week 5 threw me for a loop. It started at five minute running intervals, jumped to eight minute intervals, and then today it suddenly wanted me to run for twenty straight minutes!!!
Honestly, I didn’t think I could do it today. Just the other day I increased my running time from five minutes to eight, and twenty seemed out of reach. But, I told myself that even if I couldn’t run twenty minutes, I was going to run as long as I could before walking. I knew from running on Wednesday that I could run eight minutes, and there was no way I was stopping before the eight minute mark.
So I hopped on the treadmill, and the next thing I knew, I had hit that eight minute mark, and I was feeling great. When the timer hit eleven minutes, I suddenly thought to myself “Merf,” (you see, I call myself Merf) “You gotta do this, girl. You’ve already run eleven. Only nine more!” My heart rate was holding steady at just under 180.
By the time I hit thirteen minutes, my attitude had changed. Heart rate had climbed to just above 180 and I couldn’t get it back under. I lowered my speed from 4.9 to 4.7. I was still telling myself, no way are you quitting now!
At sixteen minutes, I was feeling kind of crummy. Heart rate was still about 183. I started really working on my stride to try to use as little energy as possible without lowering my speed from 4.7.
At eighteen minutes, I knew I could do it, no doubt in my mind. I just needed a song to get me through. I scrolled through itunes for “Fergalicious”, lifted my head, straightened my spine, pumped my arms, and sailed on through, until I saw this:
Average HR 169, whoa!
My pace was 12:25. My previous fastest pace was 13:42 last week. I’m not actually getting any faster, but my pace increases simply by walking less.
If you feel like patting me on the back, please, go ahead. Three months ago, I could barely run for ninety seconds. Today I ran twenty minutes. My dream of running a 5k may not be as far off as I imagined!!!