"Work - the curse of the Running Classes"
I had just begun to get back to a 'regular' running schedule when everything time and work-wise went absolutely pear shaped. Stuck for over a week with not only no running, but having to hang around offices and so forth - most sedentary week I have ever spent in the seven years since I started running.
Anyway - this morning resumed running with two ten minute runs and a three minute walk in between. I deliberately chose a very hilly route out of sheer bloody-mindedness, thought it would be a good way to vent a lot of frustration.
Well, sure felt it in my legs. Heavy, heavy HEAVY going And talk about slow - I have a 5k coming up in September and at the rate I was going it could be Christmas before I finish it LOL
However - when I quit focusing on my legs I noticed that my breathing was definitely "OK"
That is major good news for me.
See, I was a heavy smoker from age 16 to 53. 20 cigs a day during the week, thirty to forty at weekends. On top of that I had not one, but two forms of Asthma - cold induced and (ironically) exercise induced. Add to that a VERY sedentary lifestyle, a 'grab and eat whatever is handiest' diet, lots of mental stress and an enormous counter-reactive adrenaline situation...well, it's a miracle I was even upright, let alone in any shape to start Day One, Week One. (even bigger miracle that was able to finish it)
After about six months, my Asthma was no longer a 'problem'. By that time I had completed the programme and was working on reaching 10k. Subsequently, I went on to longer distances and a 5k became a 'no biggie run'. I actually got to where my 'favourite' distance is at theTen Mile events
So, today I was bemoaning how much 'fitness' I have lost when it struck me - my breathing was 'OK'. As a matter of fact, it was - and this is the very first time I noticed this - 'regular'. Regular as in I still had a fast rate - I never have nor probably ever will be able to 'hold a conversation while running' because of all the damage to my lungs both genetic and self inflicted - but I didn't feel like every intake was a gasp for air, and outbreath an explosive event
And of course - being able to run continuously for the ten minute sections! In 2016 Day One saw me literally bent double in absolute agony and literally with a blue tinge in my face. Ten minutes isn't ten miles. But when I think back on what ten minutes seemed like my first few weeks in the programme...it's like I ran a hundred by comparison
My best time ever in a 5K was 33 minutes and change...It will be fun to see how I do in September, but mainly I will hopefully be taking great joy in just feeling I have every right to be at the Start line because I have put in the time and effort and thus can legitimately say I earned my place
Wishing you all many happy miles in your future