This past week has been quite a whirlwind, I must say. First, let me begin by expressing my deepest gratitude for those of you who have stopped by, liked the blog, and are following me. It’s has been quite encouraging and humbling, and I do thank you all. I look forward to the many comments and critiques you all will have for my writing and my continued quest for running.
Speaking of running, I had quite the week. Let . . . me. . . tell . . you. Now, I only did 2 of my 3 running days (I know, I know, you’re all thinking “slacker..”), but what incredible days those were!
First, day 1: So, there I was walking down my street in utter darkness towards my running park and thinking back towards Friday when I had run 3 miles for the first time. (See first post, The Beginning, below) And honestly, I really was not in the mood for running. See, mere hours after my first post, while grocery shopping, my wife’s car Tanya Hardinged my knee. (And for those of you who can’t remember the Tanya Harding/Nancy Kerrigan feud you should google it. If I recall, they caught the incident on film. Quite shocking still.) Anywho, my knee was bruised and sore and that day at work had been very stressful. So, really, my old nature just wanted to sit on the couch and eat bon-bons . . . or Cocoa Puffs. . . . But I had committed to running days and I didn’t want it to be about my feelings; hence the walking in utter darkness. And as the steady rhythm to David Crowder’s “O Praise Him” pounded in my ears, I trudged toward the park. As my eclectic mix of music rolled on and the staccato drums of “Semi-Charmed Kind of Life” sprang to life in my ears I started the run. I was doing fine at a slow pace, but each step bade me quit. My knee was hurting and in turn my back was hurting,and I just kept fighting the urge to give up. I tried to focus on each song that played and run to the beat, but the pain crowded my concentration. I carried on step after step like this until I finally made it back home. When I looked at my app I saw this: It was a new record! I was very excited, but I knew that in order to run a 5k, I needed to run further. I resolved to changed my route in order to run at least 3.25 miles the next time.
Day 2: Again I was not feeling it. My knee felt better, but the work week was not going well and instead of using the running to vent my frustrations, I just didn’t want to go. I even left an hour later which typically meant the park was going to be completely dark. Well, I strapped on my shoes and threw on my headgear and bounded out of the house knowing that I was either going to break my record or give up. There was no middle ground for me. So, I began and as I started running, the night air was much more humid than it had been, and I knew summer was starting to set in. (We don’t really get Spring.) The only activity in the park was a football team practicing giving me my only distraction from the monotony of my shoes and the pavement. I pushed through each mile listening to the voice of my digital coach calling out the times and distances until I came upon my last lap. I was at the point of no return, and my body knew it. It did not want to keep going but I was determined that I made it this far and I needed to finish. As I turned in the middle of the park and headed for home on my last stretch, the app called out, “Workout complete,” . . . and I was still running. By the time I hit the parking lot to the park, I worried my app had stopped counting distance for I had not heard anything in a while. The last distance I recalled was 2.68 miles. But sure enough, as a constant wind guiding ships across the sea, my coach showed up to let me know I had already run 3.35 miles. I was impressed and relieved. But I was not home. I wanted to see how far I could push. So I kept going and going and going and . . . (well you get the idea) until I reached this:
A new record once again!! And my body was spent. My body hurt.
Day 3 came, ending my week, and i discovered that I had lost 5lbs, and this time I was actually looking forward to running. Ironically, it did not pan out. Due to family necessities I was forced to abandon my day of running. But this just gives me a new excitement for Day 1 next week. Until then, please, do, continue to read and comment.