So today was W2D1 of C25k, wow I live in a world with far too many abbreviations. For those of you that aren’t in the #priorfatpack, or on board with the lingo W#D# is Week#Day# and C25K is Couch to 5k, it is a training program designed to help get you into shape for a 5k.
Now that we are on the same bat page same bat channel, I will confess… I am afraid. If we were to sit in a room and discuss the impending 5k I would slink to the side and quietly let it be known that I will likely be the last one to cross the finish line. Does that matter? No, in fact I currently have a piece of jewelry on special order that says…
PriorFatPack5k Walk Run Finish
That is my goal, just cross the finish line. We will all cross the finish line. So I did continue my training at the YWCA on the treadmill, slowly. My joints are screaming at me with every step I took. I really did not want to run today, I did not even want to move today, but I popped my Tylenol and went anyway.
You know what I decided I don’t like in the gym, Mirrors. Of the 4 times I have trained now, three of these times I have managed to end up at least partially in front of the mirror. Unfortunately today I was squarely in front of the mirror. I hated every moment of my workout. As I walked I analysed my face, and the flab on my arms. Did anyone ever watch that show Ally McBeal? I have a freaking waddle! As I ran I focused on that disgusting wiggle. I was full on in hate mode with myself. Why… that stupid mirror on the wall. So I tried not focusing on it, I looked at the time on the program, I looked at the people running on the treadmills next to me. Eventually I started looking myself in the eye. I started to find my rhythm, but I am not happy with it. 2.5mph for a walk and 4.0mph for a run is just not as fast as I would like. I feel out-of-place on the treadmill, but I am not confident enough to run on the track yet. I can’t help but feel like a horse on the treadmill either.
I will be avoiding those mirrors if it kills me! The make me so negative. I do not need to stand there and criticize myself for my entire workout. Mirror Mirror go away!
So I did my 30 min training, and since I had 10 mins left on the schedule before my class I continued on the treadmill alternating at my own pace with the walk/run. I ended up with 2 miles in 40 mins. While this is not going to break any records I am proud of it. This means I stand a chance at pulling under an hour for a 5k.
So tonight I sit, with ice bags on my knees and heating pads on my hips. Nothing seems to be taking the ache out. I feel like I have been beaten to a pulp. I felt bad before my run, I feel worse now. Hopefully by my next training session I will be feeling better.
So, does anyone else feel like they will be the last one to finish? Does it matter? How do you get yourself psyched up to keep going?