I have just completed Week 6 Run 3, which I must say I approached with some trepidation. W5R3 went well, really well. But W6R1 was a real trawl. W6R2 felt better, but it was still some effort.
So I set off this morning. At 5 minutes (end of warm up walk) I noted my distance on RunKeeper, and went for it. First 5 mins went fine. I had a real sense of 'I can do this'. After the next 5 minutes I had run another 0.51 miles, so a reasonable pace.
The second 5 minutes were harder, as I felt I was coming up to the point I started my walk on W6R2. But I pushed on.
I took my usual tack of don't measure the run by time, but by setting milestones, such as I need to reach there, then I should finish about there.
The distance clocked, up as did the time, then I heard those golden words. '60 seconds to go'. Then Laura said something about 'if you feel OK, run a bit faster'. Sorry Laura that 'aint going to happen! So I carried on into my last 60 seconds. RunKeeper chipped in just before the end. 30 minutes and 3.03 miles. That's 100m short of the magical 5K in 30 minutes! So close, but there was no way I could have really run faster in the last 60 seconds.
Then it was over, I had done it. And I felt great.
Legs were tired, but not unduly so. Knees felt good. And I recovered within 3 minutes. Definitely a whole lot fitter than I was a couple of months ago.
And to be told that I am 'Officially a Runner' well....
Then after a shower, when I dressed for work I noticed that something I have had since I got married was missing. I hadn't noticed it had gone, or when. No, not my wedding ring. My 'Fat man foldover' was gone. Wow. Never felt so good. Is it possible to look too smug at breakfast?
I'm a Runner! (Did I mention that )