I did my daily run after dinner this evening. I probably didn’t wait long enough for the food to digest because I was huffing and puffing after 1/2 a mile. But I got control of my breath by the end of the first mile. As I was finishing my normal 4 mile route, I realized I was not out of breath and I was neither sore nor bored. So I kept going for another loop. Mind you I have never run more than 4 miles in my life and I only accomplished that feat last week. As I was closing in on 6 miles, I realized I was almost at 10K distance and still under 1 hour, so I picked up the pace and watched MapMyRun tick off 6.2 miles at 59 minutes and change, I started laughing out loud. I told myself “Keep Going!!” and I did – for about another couple minutes when I realized, this is nuts. Why ruin a good thing with an injury? So I hit pause on my app and admired my time. I kept it on pause so I could listen to music while I walked my cool down route. Half way through the cool down my phone battery starts dying and my app disappears. That’s when I realized, I never uploaded my run to MapMyRun. I was afraid I was going to lose proof of my best ever day of running. So I started SPRINTING home to get my charger. I was flying!! It felt effortless. For the first time in my life, I experienced a runner’s high. What will my legs feel like tomorrow?
I run 4 miles everyday. Not really. I have never run 4 consecutive miles without stopping in my entire life. In fact, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have run 3 consecutive miles without stopping. I did it a couple times two years ago when I was using “Couch 2 5K”. It was hard. And after I knew it was possible, I started convincing myself during my runs that I didn’t really need to push myself to run the whole thing anymore because I had already proven that I could do it when needed. Here it is two years later and I still have the same mindset. I bust out of the gate. 8:02 for the first mile. 4 minutes for the next half mile. Eh, I think I’ll walk now. Catch my breath for 15 or 20 seconds. OK, I’ll run for 120 paces now. Hmm. I think I’ll walk now. OK, now I am going to run to the next fire hydrant. On and on it goes. I have this internal struggle with myself. And I always lose. I am amazed that I can run 5K in under 27 minutes considering that I must walk for half a mile. Earlier this month, I decided to up my runs to 4 miles. I am hoping to build endurance. But more importantly, I am hoping that by stretching to 4 miles, I will actually stretch the length of my initial run before I start walking. No luck yet. I still start walking somewhere between 1.5 and 1.75 miles. It doesn’t matter what route I run. I am not out of breath. I am not cramping. My mind just decides its time to walk.
I am a math major and I despise exercise. Why I am blogging about running? When I figure that out, I will let you know. I joined the Navy in 1984 and did a tour in the Mediterranean. I had the pleasure of working with David Wilson, a budding novelist and fiction writer. We parted ways soon after that tour and lost contact. Through the magic of social media, we have reconnected. I saw a picture of him after he had run his 500th mile. He had lost 30 pounds and was back under 200. I haven’t been under 200 in forever. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe it was time.
That was back in May. I’ve tried to run a 5K every day since then. I don’t have any long term goals. I know the miles will pile up. The pounds will come off. The race times will decrease. But my only real goal right now is to keep running a 5K every day. I want this to become habit. I want this to be enjoyable. I want to look forward to
it. It is none of those things yet. I have to push myself every day to get out there. I haven’t felt the runner’s high yet. The only thing I feel is guilty when I miss a day. I guess that’s a start. I know me. Skipping a day is an excuse to skip two the next time. And then three. Before long, skipping days becomes the habit. I can’t let that happen. I have a good start under my belt. 230 miles in 2 and a half months. I just hope the habit or the runner’s high makes an appearance before the end of the summer.