Today while I was coming home from the last run of week 6 I was admiring the sky (see photo above) and thinking about how each workout is a victory impossible to share, even with people who Knows me. They just don't understand, and I can't blame them.
My mother texted me (she lives in another state, and in times of social isolation and inability to travel we try to keep in touch daily) and I was still very excited for having completed W6 that I told her USING CAPS LOCK that I can now run for more than 20 minutes without stopping. Her answer: "Cool".
Well, that's all right. 22 minutes* is not really much for anyone but me (and for you in this forum, I suppose). I ran for almost 3K, which is not a memorable distance. I'm still almost the same weight I was six weeks ago. The only tangible difference is that in the first week I gasped after a minute and now I am less concerned with oxygen and more with pain in my calves. Today, on top of that, I forgot to stretch, silly me.
Even my boyfriend, who decided to start running to keep me company (he's at W4D1), doesn't understand how I feel. He's sedentary and overweight now, but he was an athlete when he was younger. That is to say: he knows that he will be able to run for 30 minutes after 9 weeks, because physical conditioning is something that he knows he will be able to recover. While I occasionally find myself thinking while running: "Is that really me?", he hears me and says: "but what did you expect?"
I expected so many things: making a lot of excuses for not leaving home, giving up halfway, being in fact unable to deal with the challenges that the program presents. I certainly didn't expect to run for more than 20 minutes after 6 weeks of exercise. Because I never did anything remotely like that. And I'm enjoying it! This is the craziest of all.
I end up sweaty, tired, my face red, my hair stuck to the back of my neck ... and I can't wait for the next time I'm going to tie my trainers and leave the house again.
I started C25K to help me deal with depression and anxiety (in early March, when no one thought the epidemic would be so harsh) and I can't even imagine how I would be feeling today if I hadn't started running. It is okay that my small victories cannot be really shared: they are mine and they are real, and that is enough.
I did it. I really did.
* In the app I'm using the last workout for week 6 consists of 22 - not 25 - minutes of jogging.