I finished week 7 yesterday, oof. No fanfare, just sheer relief.
So far no week has been easy, but this was the first one in which I felt I could give up and not think about this insane running project anymore. As expected, my body is adapting to the habit of exercising much better than my head. After all, what are half a dozen stiff muscles and clawing joints near all the tricks my brain has been sucessfully using for years so I don't get off the couch?
It was a week of difficult negotiations with myself, especially as I have been sleeping very badly, which ends up undermining my willpower - my insomnia has returned with a vengeance, which is not surprising considering the current situation we find ourselves in.
I thought it would be interesting to tell you some of the conversations I had this week with myself, because I always end up learning a lot when I see people writing about motivation (or about the lack of it in some part of the program).
W7D1
Couch Potato me, about 21 minutes jogging: Listen, we have to stop.
Baby Runner me, sweating and panting: Why?
CP: We just have to, trust me.
BR: This is not a good answer. Why do you want to stop? We are tired and bored, it is true, but the workout is almost over and we will feel terrible if we give up now.
CP: You are not understanding. We need to stop. Now. I'm feeling, aren't you? Stop being stubborn. You know you need to stop.
BR: You want to stop, and being very sincere here I want to stop too, yes, but I don't think we need to stop, you know...
CP: You've been crawling outdoors for seven weeks and now you think you know everything. You are very annoying.
BR: I know. We are.
W7D2
[It's 4 AM and I can't sleep.]
CP: We are so not running today.
BR: No, we are going,I'm sorry.
CP: You better be. For both of us.
[Hours later]
CP: STOP RIGHT NOW. WE ARE SO GONNA DIE.
BR: We're not gonna die. Not right know, at least. Stop being dramatic.
CP: I'm telling you, why don't you listen?
BR: Because you are catastrophizing. Listen, let's summarize, shall we?
CP: Don't use that condescending tone with me, it's annoying.
BR: Sheesh! Our lungs are pumping air, our heart is working properly. Our legs keep moving. We are certainly not dying.
CP: But we are sweaty, it's gross. And our calves hurt.
BR: No one has ever died of pain in the calf (I think), and and we will not go into the annals of medicine for that.
W7D3 - first try
BR & CP: Today things are going well. And we're even going faster than normal, even though we ate just a few hours before training and we were tired and unwilling. Will we be able to sustain this pace until the end?
Real life: NOPE.
CP: I feel like crying.
BR: We simply have no breath to cry and brisk walk at the same time.Come on. We can cry on the shower. It's more romantic this way.
W7D3 - yesterday
CP: the technical term for the failure of our last attempt is hubris, you know.
BR: Now who's using that annoying professoral tone? But... yeah, I know. I was thinking about that too. Expectations must be kept within reasonable limits. We are still not athletes. We won't have the grace and strength of the runners I see out there anytime soon. If I ever will. But we're going to end this week, aren't we? Now it's a matter of honor.
CP: Yes, we will. I don't feel like running, but I feel less like crying in the shower. Let's do this.