Hello!
Thank you all for the lovely responses last week on my small introduction of my Week One of Couch to 5K. It was heart-warming and I now understand why the group is titled a community.
I started out this week a little apprehensive. The duration of runs had been upped to 90 seconds, and something about those extra thirty seconds was enough to pull my guard up. A shrill voice, resembling that of Ronald Grump off Sesame Street, urged me to repeat one last run from Week One, just to make sure I was ready to move on.
It pestered me enough, that I was locking my front door in preparation for my session, I compromised with an attempt at Week Two: Run One. If I collapsed in exhaustion, I would either switch to a session from the week before, or crawl in a hedge and never leave.
This last minute compromise with my anxiety silenced Grump, and I tapped 'Go'.
In the first run, I made sure my running pace was a little slower than the 'sprints'- an ambitious term for my sped up hobbling- I was used to in Week One.
Laura in my ear was the positive answer to Ronald Grump, expertly suggesting advice to control my breathing in time with steps of four. I struggled with this throughout the week, and unfortunately still not have got used to it. It seems my lungs, during running, fill with air within two steps; a similar case to exhalation. I'm unsure as to whether my understanding is flawed, or my lungs just haven't built the stamina yet. Regardless, despite my avid following of Casualty, forging lumbar puncture equipment out of a biro and scissors in the park is not something I look forward to doing in the coming weeks.
The duration of the session was peppered with the runs, that each ended with alternate gasps of, 'Bloody hell' and 'Oh God'; however, they were each marked a smile similar to someone who has completed a bungee jump. It was borderline exhilarating.
As I walked up the steps to my home and fumbled with the keys, red-faced with my hair sticking to my nape, I checked in with Mr Grump who remained suspiciously silent. I firmly shut the door that day, leaving him outside.
Run Two
A couple of days later, I pulled my running shoes and tied a ponytail with a defiant look in my eye, that strangely rivalled Elle Wood's determination.
Not much of note occurred in this run, except a small annoyance that occurred with my socks in their latest attempt to sabotage my progress. Seemingly, there is more to the world of running socks than what I first expected. The typical ones from Asda tend to melt down the foot, morphing into a sad shadow of its former self. i'm unsure if ankle socks will be any better. Any ideas welcome on this crucial issue...
Run Three
Before this run, I took a sneak look at Week Three. A silly move, but it was enough to get me thinking throughout my run as to how on earth I'll be able to run for three minutes straight. Unfortunately, this marked my last run with thoughts that, within my ninety seconds, came with increasing force. Soft whispers stated, "You're breathing so heavily already, and there is forty seconds left!". Stronger statements pushed, "You might need to increase your speed, this isn't a run!". It all ended in a culmination of, "You find this hard, wait until Week Three".
I didn't enjoy this run, and as I unlocked my front door, I caught a glimpse of Mr Grump, rocking on an armchair in the front room.
I go on my first run of Week Three tomorrow, and whilst I can't deny the nerves, I will give it a shot. I will smile throughout it all, and support myself with a confidence that maybe false but will get me through it. Running is a little intimidating at times, and can feel embarrassing, even when no one can see you, but it is temporary. You can either live through it, or be imprisoned by it.
That is this week's recap! I enjoy this process of writing following my runs, as it boosts the mental stimulation running gives me. The story-telling format is a nostalgic instrument, as when I graduate, I hope to fondly look back on my experience.
Quick note regarding my weight. I started the week at 165lbs, and today I weigh 164. Whilst not incredible, I have noticed my legs seem slimmer, and more toned progress that I'm happy with.
Many thanks for reading this post. Feel free to comment with any advice and general musings.
Until next week!
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