I already knew it going in, but this second run was so much harder. All sorts of things conspired to stop me. A few days after the first run, my phone died as I was heading out the door. The next day, the sole of my running shoe came off. Excuses excuses, but it feels like these were insurmountable ones.
Approaching the third attempt at day 2, all I felt was dread, and I was almost waiting for something to stop me leaving the house. I put on my (adjustable) leggings, threw on my headphones and, with nothing to stop me, went for it.
Went for it is possibly a misnomer. Begrudgingly strode down the road grumbling would be a better description.
A lot of things were running (hehe) through my mind on this second outing. I felt depressed with the extent of my fitness level and why it took so long to get me to the stage that I was approaching it again. I also felt a great deal of shame. I've recently been feeling the effects of carrying the weight that I do. My BP is very high, so high in fact that I'm experiencing the afternoon headaches of early hypertension. It's demoralising that I've let it get this far. I say this, not to ask for sympathy or encouragement, but to try and be honest - with myself and you. Getting back into exercise is tough, mentally and physically, and I've no doubt many others, maybe even some people reading, have these thoughts. Getting upset about it means that I want to change it, and I am trying to change it. There is some comfort in that.
After the second or third 60 second run, however, I was physically exerted enough that all I could focus on was my breathing. I could no longer feel mopey and anxious about my health because I had to think about my posture and relaxing my fists. I focused on my stumpy legs as they flopped along the road.
Alongside picking out some more appropriate leggings on my off-days, I also found a better route. I had scouted around and found a road with a less intersections and lots of interesting scenery to keep me occupied. It's a very odd street: it has a Japanese tea garden complete with tiny waterfall, what looks like the Chinese embassy with huge colorful painted flags, and some very abstract architecture. The next time I take a walk there, I'll snap some pictures so you can see. What I hadn't noticed when I walked through, however, was the incline.
But you can bet that I noticed it during the run! My calves felt much more tense and stretched out, and my breathing was laboured and catching. Also my hands swelled up much faster than they did last time. I feel like no one really talks about the hands/ankles swelling up during exercise. I set up the camera and took a picture of my flippers after the run so you can see the extent of the swelling (see photo above). My fingers have completely vanished!
So, overall, this was more of a strain than last time but I'm really glad I made it. Tomorrow is the final day of Week 1. And then Week 2 - oh the horror.
By the way I'd really like to thank the community for the friendly comments and tips on my first post. This is a challenging and personal programme and your support really pushed me to go through with Day 2. Thanks!