I ran week 8, run 1, and thought it was going pretty poorly. My legs seemed to ache the whole time, and although I originally hoped to aim for a personal best, I down-graded that plan to merely finishing after about 2 minutes.
It's okay that this feels awful, I told myself. I am just tired from my last run, and adjusting to the longer times. So I will just go my extra-slow shuffle-jog whenever I need to, and it will be good enough. It doesn't matter that I am slow, just that I keep going. (I did a harder-than-usual strength training routine before the run, so I decided to cut myself some slack.)
And I was *definitely* slow at first, especially going up the hills. Laura told me I was at the halfway mark at roughly the same spot in my route as when I run for shorter times.
But somehow, I made it all the way to my goal (3K) by the time she said to slow down and walk again. (It's true, 3K in 28 minutes is really, really not fast, but I had only gone that distance once before, and it took a full 30 minutes.)
I seem to have no concept of pace. I can't tell if I am going faster than before or not. Strange, isn't it?
I guess it is a skill that will take me a little longer to learn. I am still thrilled to run for 3K. Eight weeks ago, I could maybe have run a single block, and I am not certain about even that...perhaps if chased by a rabid dog or something. I am amazed by how far I have come in such a short time!