After I finished my run this morning (okay, it was a brisk jog with short intervals of power-walking the steep incline blocks, but 'running' just sounds better -- sexy, even...) and mapped out my route on my DailyMile profile, I found that I had gone 1.76 miles in 30 minutes.
Technically, that gives me a 17 minute mile (ugh) but there really were some truly epic inclines that worked me HARD. And then there was the 3 minutes I waited for the 'WALK' sign while crossing a busy street. And the 2 minutes spent waiting to get through a road block being set up for a parade I had no idea about.
Today was the very first time I've ever enjoyed myself on a walk/jog. I'm no longer struggling to breathe and I can power up steep hills and jog longer than a few minutes at a time. By the time I made it back to the house thirty minutes later I had made a decision -- I am going to train for my first 5k.
I haven't yet signed up for a race, though I would love to do the 5k Zombie Obstacle Course this summer. In my head it would be the most mind-blowingly amazing thing I've ever done. But the cold, hard fact of the matter is that I'm just not in that kind of shape.
Besides, whenever I decide to register for my first race I intend to enjoy the challenge, not hate every second of the entire experience.
I believe I'm finally conditioned enough to re-start the CT5k training program I failed so miserably when I was over 200 pounds and severely out of shape. Tomorrow will be my Day 1, Week 1.
I'll be sure to keep you posted!
I'll be sure to keep you posted!
Once you get past the 5k mark you will be like, "not so bad." Just keep going girl.
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