After what seemed like a really great progress with week 3, I was suddenly slapped back into reality with the 5-minute run of week 4. Amazing how an extra 2 minutes can rock your world. I spent the last two-and-a-half minutes of each 5-minute run feeling like my legs had turned into oak tree trunks that were cracking with every thug of my feet that had somehow turned into mammoth cobblestones. It was terrible. I kept telling myself, "Lighten up, relax, I can do it." My calves had tightened so much that I must have looked like the stone man from Marvel comics chasing down a super hero or something. Gotta get that under control or I'll need a scooter to get to the finish line of my first 5k.
I guess this is just like everything else. Like skydiving — I just kept telling myself that I could do it, I could jump out of the plane. Thousands and thousands of other people had done it, They had all lived to tell about it and so could I. And I did, and it was great!
Well, fortunately I can read all of your blogs of your journey before me and I keep telling myself I can do it, I can get through this week. One week at a time, right?! And stretch, stretch, stretch!