Part of being a runner means planning. When to run, where to run, making time in your chaotic schedule for your run. This week’s schedule was even more chaotic than usual (and by that, I mean the kind of schedule that makes mere women weep. And I am mere women).
C25K, Week 2, Day 1
Time 31:25 minutes, Distance 1.50 miles, Pace 20:57
Sunday morning dawned again. My son had a gym appointment (rescheduled from last week) and this time, we were making it. My daughter’s swim was at the same time. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
I hopped on the treadmill and was grooving out to my Pitbull mix on Pandora. I was totally rocking this run. It felt so fast. There was a guy on the treadmill in front of me and he was running too, and he looked like he was going pretty fast too, and we’re running and we’re fast and HEY LOOK AT US, WE’RE RUNNERS.
Then, my son jumped on the treadmill next to me and started walking. Not super fast. Just walking.
And he was going faster than my run.
What the HELL?
For reference, my treadmill ‘run’ is about 3.4. My son was walking at 3.5.
Then I caught a glimpse of the screen of the guy in front of me, the one that I just bonded with in the glory of running a few sentences ago.
Apparently, I was not as fast as I thought. Or as fast as a ten year old walks. Or as fast as your gramma, most likely.
BUT… I was faster than I was the run before. And I have no desire to indulge in pace shame. I’m doing what I can, when I can, as fast as I can.
So dude with the 7.7, you were totally running faster. But we’re still both runners.
C25K, Week 2, Day 2
31.25 minutes, Distance 1.61 miles, Pace 19:31
And then I got faster.
Day 1 and Day 2 were back to back days. I never do this. But with the aforementioned crazy schedule, I knew running time was going to be hard to come by. So Monday night it was. My daughter came with me and she was totally faster than me, even walking, but she’s a 15 year old athlete, so whatever.
This run actually felt amazing. I was totally sore from the day before, but a good sore (the ‘good gawd, what was I thinking’ sore would come the next day).
And then I saw my pace under 20:00 and I was ridiculously happy I’d run back to back days.
And happy I started this.
And just plain happy.
C25K, Week 2, Day 3
Time 0:00 minutes, Distance 0 miles, Pace 00:00
It was supposed to be Thursday night. Mother Nature had other ideas (she and I are in such a fight).
Then, it was supposed to be Friday night. But it was still SNOWING. (I’m totally taking a hit out on her).
Okay, so Saturday, somewhere between brunch and my daughter’s modeling class at 2:00… oh wait, it’s at 1:00? Oh fabulous. Drive there, drive back, eat lunch. And I’ve got a date tonight with my husband, so I’ve got to get ready. Movie starts at 6:20 and it’s 3:20 and there is just no way I can pretend I don’t have time for this run.
Even though I kind of want to right now. That’s right, I’m typing up this post as part of my procrastination tactic.
But it’s not working. So I’ll be back…
C25K, Week 2, Day 3
Time 31:00 minutes, Distance 1.62 miles, Pace 19.08
Sometimes you plan and schedule and move things around and when that all goes to hell? You just get it done.
P.S. Next week includes a three minute run. If I die, it’s been nice blogging with you.